Lonely Guitars and other stories
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It's raining, and I haven't got a lot of words today. Just a number of random thoughts.
1. After three years without faithful playing, I was so lonely for my guitar this week that I finally prioritized setting it up on a stand in a closet, where Maia can't get her naughty little claws and teeth into it. Turns out, it seems to have missed me, too. We had a good time with my Nynaeve song and a little Sophie B. Hawkins and Garth Brooks before my no-longer-callused fingers started screeching at me.
2. Nothing has gone particularly wrong this week, yet somehow I've been disproportionately anxious about everything. And distracted, and nervous, and unfocused. I'm drinking chamomile tea instead of coffee today, hoping that helps.
3. I discovered this week that all three of my supposed red currant bushes are actually jostaberries. I tried a jostaberry last year and was most definitely not impressed, but maybe there'll be something I can do with the fruit. It would hurt to pull out such happy, flourishing bushes. But Mom plans to give me some red currants, which I am glad about, because they have loads of pectin and make lovely jelly and jam.
4. Meanwhile, Mom and I went start shopping the other day, and I came home with leeks, artichokes, chamomile, snap peas, and a columbine. On top of the fern and flax and parsnips and tomatoes she gave me. It is unfortunately too wet to take pictures outdoors, but ahh, baby plants. I love them so much.
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Music of the week: in honor of Madeleine L'Engle's The Young Unicorns, which I reviewed this week and which contained a scene where the protagonist played this piece, here's the English horn solo from the prelude to the third act of Wagner's Tristan and Isolde. It's beautifully played here by Jose Antonio Masmano.
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