Adventures in pyromania

I hate getting sick, feeling better, then feeling even worse. But on to today's subject.

I don't know how many of you believe in omens or signs, but I don't completely discount them. Especially after today.

I was tearing my belongings apart looking for something, and I went to look in the trunk of my car. Well, apparently it leaks. Badly. I'd left my teaching bag back there and never got it out. The bag itself and all its contents were completely mildewed. Ruined. Useless.

EXCEPT for

(1) My metronome
(2) My tuner
(3) My teaching elementary music notebook, and
(4) The Down With Love postcards miss_rina sent me.

Yes, the last two had a little water damage, but still completely usable. Those postcards...wow. Once they finish drying out you'll never be able to tell.

I spent the better part of my morning burning the rest of the things in the bag. It was everything from the Catholic school, none of which I wanted to remember. One of the few good things my house has a wood stove. A little newspaper for kindling, some rubbing alcohol for an accelerant (cause wet, mildewed paper doesn't burn very well), the help of a good match and all evidence of my misery there was destroyed. Well, not all of it. I didn't do a good job building the fire. But I can start over again later.

Now I'm wondering if the things that survived weren't some sort of sign, that I shouldn't give up completely on music and/or teaching. Maybe it means even with all the rough times I've had I will need those things again and for some mysterious reason they were spared.

Watch that optimism wind up applying to the postcards and postcards only. :P