I’m going to piano, because you don’t want me to forte around.
Not my cat. Freebie foto. But looks like a kitty my daughter had. Sammie hasn’t figured out the piano, so far. The pic just fit my mood. The quote was from a discussion with my husband as I dismissed myself to play. I don’t call it practice or work. I want to keep it enjoyable.
Since the needle were empty it was time to start another set. Turkish cast on and toe increases finished.
Reading dragon is coming along.
Look who’s playing in the cat tree! Sammy. He’s a boy, by the way. Confirmed.
Isn’t he the cutest? We still can’t touch him he loves playing with the humans.0
Soon shots and fixing. But he seems healthy and adapting
See the line on the right? I only needed to cast off but I made a good on the left sock and spent the day tinking back the five rows of ribbing. Hopefully they’ll be done tomorrow.
I’ve begun to keep journals next to every activity. Some I do well keeping them up. Like the piano one. I write what I play, work on, and give myself a grade and suggestions for the next time I play it. I think it’s helping.
And I’ve started copying favorite pieces from books I had as a preteen. Now I can tape pages together so no annoying page-turning.
I was happy because I finally got caught up on the book reviews. But nope I finished another last night. Oh, well, I’ll get to it tomorrow or Thursday.
The most discouraging of my music fun is the progress on the violin. I guess I need to find a YouTube tutorial that addresses my screeching bowing. Too much resin? Not enough? Bad fingering? Who knows? I wish I had the money to get lessons on ally instruments.
Let me apologize. I know I’ve been phoning it in all week. I’m much better now. Temps are near normal. Coughing is minimal. I even have had a moment or two of energy. But they are seldom.
I love getting calls from my family and friends but this week my son got off the phone in a couple of minutes. My hoarse voice and constant coughing made conversation impossible. Still, it was nice to hear from him.
Tomorrow will be my week. Friday was Chris’s week. The other guys are Tuesday and Wednesday. It’ll be nice to not sound like a kennel. But better out than in, right?😂
I look forward to being back to normal. Whatever that is.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “school.’” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I love school. It was my escape, it was where I learned new things. Especially when I taught.
Blah! Boring! I had a whole thing planned but by the time I sat down to write this my energy, and muses had left the building! I do intend to write more on this some time. And it’ll all be based on those first sentences.
Pet Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hap.’” Find a word that starts with “hap” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Happiness is a warm puppy. This is the comic that came to me as I saw our prompt.
Sadness is losing then waiting for a new puppy. I do miss having a dog. And I still hurt from the loss of Kali.
Meanwhile… The kittens are getting closer to the point of maybe coming in for the winter (and forever home). Maybe to them happiness will be a warm home with nice people? I got them a kitty tree to climb or hide in. Pictures when we can get them calm. LOL!
How can one still have these feelings nearly a year and a half later?
Fur-baby love happens. And it’s haphazard, dangerous, and enriching. When it does I will be happy (er).
Sadly not many diamonds reached the beach this week. This and my piano on the south side of the house are too hot to sit for long. Succession is coming along. The first page is starting to sound like it has promise.
The scrunchie is done. Yay! Time to start a new one. It’s an easy crochet pattern I found on Etsy.
Empty needles called for more socks so toes are nearly finished.
Huggable Arch is coming along.
Ready to do heel increases.
I had to get peg drops for my violin 🎻. I’m learning basics like tuning and putting rosin on the bow. Finally making notes sound halfway like notes. So much so that I’ve managed the first line of Twinkle, Twinkle.
I’ve nearly memorized Imagine on the uke.
With smoke the recorders aren’t getting attention because deep breaths and scratchy throat make this a bad choice for now.
With smoke and heat the only exercise I get is on the stationary bike.
It is getting cooler. And September seems closer. Let’s pray we all make it. Fires on our coast, floods to the east. I hope we all make it to Fall.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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