In accord with a few new chords
In the absence of a magic wand, I am now committed to progress at a slower pace. Today, the piano returned to my area, and I played a few familiar chords before moving on to other activity. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I’ll progress to simple melodies, and include a whole array of other voices by unpacking one (or more) of the synthesizers. After all, this isn’t a race.
Speaking of other things. I watched a short video tour of a museum that features recreational vehicles. Travel trailers, etc. It seemed so familiar. Almost as if I had been there, in an earlier life before quarantine.
There are rumours that we might head for “the Rock”, if ever the barricades reopen. All virtual, with the disappearance of that onus to hide away from others for a fortnight. With the return to “the Atlantic Bubble” we could actually just go. I’m not considering the cost, any more. I realize that the dice can go for sevens or snake eyes. Imagine a sunrise, with a berg in the foreground. It could happen! Even the dog would accept the requirement of sleeping in our cabin, if we promised some solid ground underfoot. Rock, right?
And if we get our “shots”, and adopt a suddenly fearless lifestyle, this blog could get the “shot in the arm” it so needs. I can’t write (or writhe, as the predictive text just filled in) about near occasions of life around the house for much longer. Not enough drama. Not enough variety. Hang in there, folks. I’ve decided to move forward.
