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I have been afraid lately. This struck me on my drive home this evening. Mostly but not only I am afraid to play the cello. This happens, I suppose, when you go too long without playing. And having received a piece from your teacher to figure out on your own over the summer, a piece that is rather slow and sad and simple except that it is composed largely of chords, double notes, that seriously challenge your coordination and immediately prosecute the slightest intonation problems does not help. But mostly the former, I guess.
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Anyway I finally found time to unpack the cello today and after weeks of inactivity it was still in tune.
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Gamma and I had the same dream a couple nights ago. This is not the first time we’ve done this, either. I had a dream about a kitten, I said. Me too, she said. Was it black I asked. Black and white, she said. Mine too, I said.
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We went to the Rosenburg in the Waldviertel to visit some people and watch Shakespeare, As you like it. I thought they did a great job, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Wonderful actors for the most part. We walked around looking at the gardens in the intermissions. Lots of roses everywhere. Somebody sure likes roses, I thought.
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Then I made the connection with the name of the place and said, Doh. The people we visited served three different apple-based dishes because they have six trees and they all ripened at the same time. They also had a fair number of flies and wasps, to the swatting of which the man of the house devoted great energy.
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Conversation went here and there. Beta was at a party, one of us told them. They went swimming. She gave a boy an uppercut, because he asked for it.
Violence is not always a solution, the man of the house said.
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