Another Weekend Gone

Another weekend is coming to a close…I’m pleasantly distracted by the aroma of grilled food drifting in through my sliding glass door. I am presently scrunched on my couch as my cat has decided to join me.

As I look back on the weekend, I wonder where it went and what I got accomplished, if anything! So, here goes a recap (which instead of actually being a recap may be more of a ramble):

Friday night – piano lesson. I decided Gershwin wasn’t for me. I’m still working on Clair de Lune, which is coming along rather nicely. I also added Massenet’s (hope I spelled it right) Meditation from Thais (hope I spelled that right, too!). My teacher is convinced I have a thing for Romantic music (and composers who lived from the mid 1800s to the early 1900s). If you have any suggestions of music for me, please let me know! Sometimes it is frustrating trying to find a piece I like well enough to spend hours upon hours practicing. ‘Cause, yeah, if I don’t like it, I won’t practice it.

Saturday – started with coffee and muffins with my author friend, Sue Lyndon. It was great to catch-up and chat. We both managed to get sunburned from sitting outside. The weather was gorgeous so you won’t hear me complaining! After that, I managed to go for a run/ walk. I was so excited that my knee didn’t complain at all. Has to be a first!! Upon my return, I visited with my neighbors. By the time I got home, I was beat!! Instead of writing, I tackled editing on two of my pieces. I think I made a good bit of progress.

Sunday – began with church and was followed by grocery shopping (oh, my most favorite activity. COUGH!). Then, I wanted to take a nap – my allergies have been killing me and I haven’t been able to sleep in. No such luck. Enter practicing the piano and art. I finished a page in my journal that is pretty cool, I think. I really need to get over my fear of watercolors – just need to dive in and see what happens!! Then, I ended the night with more practice. Well, before my blog post!

I suppose you notice that the one thing which is missing is . . . Reading! Yikes!! I need to get back into it. I think part of my problem is that I need to read on my Kindle at night (poor vision, one of the joys of getting older), and the other issue is that I’m squeezing so much into my awake time that when I go to bed, there is no need to read. I’m out for the count! However, I have noticed a correlation between lack of reading and struggling to write. I think reading helps my grammar and inspiration. Maybe it is just a matter of finding the right book that I can’t bear to put down… wish me luck on that one!



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