Fortunate to live near nature
Looking out my window, through the trusty ‘scope, I realize that all of those white flashes on the water surface are something living. Birds, diving after fish (I can’t tell you who or what; they’re too far away). Still, I’m glad that the ocean remains an abundant larder. We hear about “the factory ships” which do come into the area, cleaning the depths. I’d hate to look out over a desert.
I’m actually fortunate, living where nature is still in control. The only concrete (asphalt) around here is the strip of roadway that runs through. Everything else is green. Alive. Lots of wildlife, birds, fish. I may actually be living in paradise and haven’t completely clued in.
Meanwhile, my education continues. Current events, music, literature, trivia. A pot-pourri of everything and nothing. I miss the educational process, where knowledge was currency among myself and those around me (students, other teacher, people who got sucked into the vortex). Now, the dog is there, but he give little back, other than the occasional show of gymnastics. Even that is more an attempt to cajole just one more biscuit from his counter-top box.
I take pleasure from noodling around on the piano. Nothing structured, yet. That will come only when I feel the need to perform. I’m not there, yet. The ability to play a sequence of chords is where my skill set lies, presently. Perhaps I can label my efforts as jazz, and then if someone asks, I can explain that this falls into the creative process.
