Will you still love me tomorrow

A lull has come on.

Every now and again I feel like I have nothing interesting or fresh to say.  I am tired right now, no doubt about that.  I am coming out of an ADDish fog (started post-Barcelona) which is allowing me some clarity.  It is time to "reset".

In the meantime:

• I'm over at Google+.  Let me know if you want an invite.

• Finn is now back home with Sandy and Mike.  He will be missed, but in my foggy state I am also happy to have one less soul to be responsible for.

• Watched Rabbit Hole which was good.  Especially Aaron Eckhart.  The Fighter and Vicky Cristina Barcelona are on deck.

• Sleep has been all over the place.  As has digestion.  Big no-nos when it comes to health.

• Tomorrow morning I commence walking in the early morn.  Cap has early departures out of the house for the next three weeks so I will be walking and back by 7:45am.  Generally speaking regular physical activity has a way of creating space for other things to fall into place in a positive way.  I am hoping, though not expecting, for something good to be effected.

• Sag has picked acoustic guitar for music study in the Fall.  Any feedback would be appreciated.

• Gem is mulling over what foreign language to study.

• They are both ruing not having the summer "off", but have declined a more intensive "school at home" for the rest of July and August "off".

Peace and love to you.

Brain gym

Listening to Bach yesterday, one thing led to another and I found myself pulling the dust cover off the piano.  I flipped through the dusty old piano books of my childhood and settled on Hanon.  I practiced the first scale exercise and was thrilled with the simple rhythmic fun.  I'm not sure why I decided to turn on the metronome, but I did.

Very interesting.  With the addition of the stimuli of the tick tick tick, my brain, or rather, my attention, started to break apart.  It took some work to maintain integration.  My rhythm slid this way and that as my pace sped up and slowed down unable to remain stable, my fingers lost their footing, so to speak, especially the pinky of my left hand and thumb of my right, and I began hitting wrong notes...

I was fascinated.  And kind of giddy.  Such discovery!

I will continue practicing my Hanon while I wait for my Bach book.

P.S.  I still want to play the cello.  But, I don't have a cello, I have a piano.  So I play the piano...revisiting my long ago childhood and creating a new now.