I may start titling/categorizing these blog posts by week, and if that proves to be as cumbersome as trying to keep the days straight, I may start going by months.
So this is now, Monday, day 36, week 5, and it’s now into the 2nd month since starting all this. Having let so many days pass without blogging, it seems I have lost some days…as in, I can’t remember what I did last Thursday, last Friday, a good bit of Saturday, and even a little bit of Sunday. I don’t like that! It was really good to sit down at the end of a day and take stock. It felt like a really positive thing, and perhaps may have indeed been the catalyst for all the great projects that got started – and completed (yay!!).
Thankfully, I tend to take a lot of pictures with the mobile, so that helps to capture some of the events of the past few days. Thursday, Steve had completed the repairs to the rattan chair he started the other day (see pics, about the 5th one down, from previous post), so I started working on the cosmetic changes. It’s too bad I didn’t think about pictures before, because the chair did look pretty rough – which is probably why the thrift store had it priced at $5. I had thrown out the cushion that came with it and made a whole new one – and added a matching throw pillow. There is one place that needs new wrap, and that’ll happen by and by. By Friday, into the wee hours of the morning, it was all done and looked like this:
The chair is for Mom. She occupies a very small studio apartment in the independent living facility where she currently resides and had borrowed a chair from me, but it took up a pretty big portion of the room at an access point to many of her daily functions, and I was concerned for her safety maneuvering while trying to adjust the heat, or turn on her floor lamp, or take out or put up her saxophone, or open her patio door with the previous chair taking up all that space in the awkward way that it was. The new chair is unbelievably lightweight, and the wheels make it easy to move out of her way – plus it’s much easier for her to get in and out of if she decides to sit on that side of the room.
I cannot remember what the hell happened on Friday. Did we go out? Did we stay in? I haven’t a clue. That’s pitiful! And irritating. Getting older is kinda great in a few surprising ways, and kinda bites in quite a few other ways.
Saturday, Mama wanted to go out for Mexican food, so that’s what we did before band practice. It sounded better this past week, and felt like we were started to gel once again.
Later that night I started smearing paint on the living room walls from sample I’d recently picked up, and I think the color’s going to work. It’s a pretty intense lime green, but it’s pleasant and complimentary to all the stuff in the room. Areas of all 4 walls were painted with it, and…so far so good. I’ll give it more time to make sure the shade stays agreeable.
Sunday we put the house back together from practice the night before and ran a few errands. Steve set my keyboards up with a different system in terms of amplification, and I’ve practiced on my own now both yesterday and today, so whatever he did made it much more inviting to sit down at the keys. The typical tendency previously was to not sit down at the keys until the band showed up.
Today was the usual day of cutting hair for the residents of the veterans’ retirement home. A new man came in today, and I asked what kind of music he liked, and he said, “Classical.” Most guys like to hear vintage Country: stuff like Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, George Jones, Merle Haggard, Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, etc. I’ve even started playing the old, old stuff making a Pandora station of The Carter Family, and I’ve been loving that channel! Today, though, listening to Classical inspired me to go home and try Beethoven’s Sonata Opus 27, Number 2 – also known as Moonlight Sonata.
I’m pretty adept at playing by ear, but I also read music. It’s a lot more frustrating to play from reading music, which is why I never actually learned to play this piece by following the written score. What has inevitably happened with this Sonata is the runs never were quite right. So when I got home in the evening, I did an exercise where I would stop myself if my mind started to drift into rote and lead me into playing by ear – thus losing my place in the lines. I even made it part of the exercise to play as much as possible by only looking at the music with very little looking at the hands. It’s a painstaking process, but there are sure to be benefits. Tim, my brother-in-law, has been writing new songs, and inspiration for the keyboard part has eluded me on a few of the songs. I’m hoping this exercise will help conjure up some enjoyable parts to play.
Overall, since disconnecting, I’ve found myself in a very good place. It’s been easier lately to organize thought processes, which has led to all this recent productivity! Loving that!! Even the rough patches haven’t seemed quite as rough of late.