I’ve stopped whipping myself for not reading words on paper and instead have gotten back to reading music on paper. It helps me live with myself. My repertoire is comprised entirely of a small variety of JS Bach compositons. I captured my practice area last night just for the heck of it. I’m working on BWV 847: Prelude and Fugue in C Minor.
At some point about 15 years ago I learned the prelude by ear. That’s a thing I can do. I feel obligated to learn the fugue. It’s at my skill level, but challenging, particularly as I don’t practice for hours a day. Still, I’m finding more enjoyment in it than I have for some time at a time when I need it.
Do note, I’m practicing on a keyboard older than your kids. I like the shape of the keys on the Yamaha PSR-36, and it sounds fairly decent through my stereo. It’s not ideal, but it’s enough. Despite the for rent sign that literally moved with the wind early in the year and remained face down under the snow to my utter delight, I’m getting a neighbor; I may be playing in headphones more often. So long as I practice, then so be it.
I spent the today stuffing pages in booklets and cutting paper (happily, for a good cause), and robotically formatting text in my favorite Adobe InDesign (for eventual monies), so I felt the need to do a creative brag. I look forward to bragging that I can play the piece.
Staying on the theme of keeping your head up, you’ll see these “up 872”. These testaments to a robust power grid here in rural, PA are provided here just as— OK, I’m mocking them, alright? I reserve the right to do that as a native. Also the power goes out at my parents’ house every time someone sneezes, so the reasons for that become slightly more tangible when you consider these problems on, literally on, the power lines.
About a mile up from the newly fallen tree, a much longer Tri-County eyesore/potential disaster is entangled in power lines. I wouldn’t typically call a company or individual out on something like this out of hand if the issue it hadn’t been reported numerous times.
This area thrives in part on a tourist economy, so, even if they think this is not a threat to public safety, it’s enough to give an out-of-towner a moment to pause to ask, “WTF? I wouldn’t want to live near that.”
Born with a gift for sarcasm, I’ve tempered it by learning gratitude. So, on the upside, I’m grateful that I get to live downtown where there is a different power company supplying power that has only ever had one outage I know if in three years.