Rich started writing for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin as music critic for the symphony and opera seasons. Originally from Granite City, IL, he graduated from Simpson College with a degree in music education. In 1984 he received his MA in Music ...
Rich started writing for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin as music critic for the symphony and opera seasons. Originally from Granite City, IL, he graduated from Simpson College with a degree in music education. In 1984 he received his MA in Music Education from Truman State. Now retired, Rich enjoyed reading, writing music and short essays. He is the director of Kirksville Community Chorus.
MCKNOTES ON CABIN FEVER
It’s official. I have cabin fever. I’m not sure what day it is and don’t care all that much. I’ve been diving into my freezer to find food options for dinner. I’m sure I could get to a store at this point, but I just don’t have the drive for it. Speaking of drive, I know my car need gas, but it’s either cold or windy, and if I got stuck somewhere, which is entirely possible, I think I’d just sit down and expire. I’d probably just sit wherever I stopped until the next day that trash pick-up came to my location. I don’t think I’d qualify for the recycle load, and I wouldn’t be in a plastic bag, so that probably wouldn’t work for me either.
I was going to write about global warming, but that just made me sadder. I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, it’s just over my head, like the snow that recently fell from what we call the heavens.
I’ve probably started four different articles in my effort to keep up with my semi-promise to come up with two posts a week. Our good editor does not demand that I keep to this schedule, but in spite of my cabin fever, my OCD is still intact. So I have the crazy notion that I simply must keep on schedule.
Yesterday I wrote an arrangement for my women’s group to sing. That was relatively therapeutic, and I’m happy with the result, but it’s not enough to pull me out of my funk.
Anyway, if any of you are out there wondering where my next post is, here it is. Maybe you have a birdcage that needs lining. It’s difficult to come up with subjects about which to write when I feel snowbound.
Yesterday I did get a phone call from my 87 year old uncle. He and his eighth wife are traveling and are presently in Florida, but heading up the east coast for fifteen days. That cheered me up a lot. My uncle has never called me before in my life. He heard from my aunt that my concerts are pretty good, so he has decided he will come to the next one if it doesn’t interfere with his future wedding plans. He’s a poster boy for the sanctity of marriage.
Yesterday I decided to pull a whole chicken out of the freezer. I put it in a pot with onions, potatoes and corn and slow cooked it for about 6 hours with some water. It made a nice stew that will yield dinner for at least two nights.
Put another log on the fire. We could be here for a while. It will take a major heat wave to melt all this snow. I am not a model for how to handle bad weather. See you in the spring. If you’re a groundhog, stay away from me. You didn’t come through on your promise as far as I can tell.