9.18.02 – little signs

blog entries are piling up in my notebook, as i have much time to write on the bus stop but very little time at the computer. actually, i just have very little free time right now – working lots getting this tour ready to go on the road. or, rather, working lots to get me ready to go on the road with the tour. since this tour has gone out like 10 years in a row before this, it’s like a monster that has its own life and i’m just trying to learn how to hang on.

monday was my low day – there’s always one, the moment when you just want to quit and go home, or at least just sit down and cry from sheer exhaustion and feeling lonely in a strange city and overwhelmed by all the work there is to do. the lows are low in this game, but the highs are high, so it all balances out in my favor in the end. anyway, i got home on a very rainy dark night on monday, and was reading the paper while eating my dinner of re-heated rice-a-roni when my eye fell on this:

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

i took it as a sign from the gods that i really am in the right business, even if the lows are low – a reminder that i do love the labor of my trade, even if i don’t love all the details.