Just an ordinary day
Some days have nothing remarkable about them. The bus came on time. At work, someone had a virus on their machine. I found an empty CD case that someone had “lifted” from Melo-Mags on Maguire so I played the good citizen and returned it to the shop owner. The bus came on time. The mail had nothing interesting. TV had nothing interesting. Just an ordinary day.
During the evening, I learned how semantically difficult it is to explain the “Circle of Fifths” in another language. The whole baggage of acronyms, finger tricks and other memory aids are no longer available or applicable even under translation.
There was one thing in the newspaper; an acquaintance underwent brain surgery several years ago to treat epilepsy, and now the case is before the courts. The hospital/doctor may not have made clear that there were possible side-effects, including personality change, inability to live with other people, etc. The person is now living alone and all is not well. When I was little and watched the “Beverly Hillbillies”, brain surgery was almost a standing joke. I don’t think I ever considered what exactly it meant to a person who was directly involved.
