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I watch this show every year. Thinking about how if I just apply myself to something assuming I never have to stop I could become proficient. Now that my piano is in the living room I need to get rid of all the psychic garbage that keeps me from it and just do it like every day is Groundhog’s Day. Think of the things we could learn if we just followed Phil.


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This could be the most challenging of the #AtoZChallenge. I wanted to go with the easy, xylophone, or x-ray, but couldn’t think of enough to fill a sentence much less a small blog post. So I went to my online dictionary and ran across words I knew but needed a refresher. So I exited the dictionary with a minor idea. Let’s see if it works.

Are you a xenophile or a xenophobe? The roots of the words are easy in this case. xeno=people especially foreign or exotic. Phile=lover of. Phobe=afraid of. A lot of us don’t think about it much. We tend to think we like everyone.

That would be true for me. I like to think I like all people. But throw me into a room with more than two people I don’t know and I go into a panic with sweats and shakes. One on one, I am fascinated by all people and their stories. If I get to know them well enough I can handle them in a bigger group of folks I know.

Parties? Church? Can’t handle the crowds at all. Even the nicest of groups like the Unitarian Universalists, probably the least judgmental of church groups I’ve ever been in, too many and I am a basket case looking for the nearest exit. (See what I did there?)

I get my xenophile fix by reading about people from other places and walks of life. I think everything you read that stretches your understanding reduces the possible cases of xenophobia.

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But Hey! I learned to play the xylophone before I learned the piano. It had many colored keys like my first little piano. I was and am a little upset that adult pianos are black and white. Mine is pretty and I love rooms of black and white, I would love a room of those colors and a black baby grand, with the tiled look going into the indoor pool of the same colors. Now that is seXy! But red and yellow black and white and brown and purple, blue and green, this started out a song but the dream of this piano/xylophone overreached! Oh, but the piano room with the wood as the main feature could use a glockenspiel! Ooh! Xylophone vs glockenspiel! There’s a topic for another day!

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Notice the above paragraph has no people? Yeah, for a few seconds there I was not nervous. As much as I love people and want them in my life there are times that I could X them out and bury myself in my music or art or writing, reading–ah but sooner or later I crave social interaction. I long for long talks and learning others’ stories. Suck it up, shake and perspire, enjoy the Xeno!

Where are you on the Xeno charts?

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Nearly finished with this fun #AtoZChallenge!


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Here are the starts, continuings, and finishings of the day. Kind of a jumbled mess. Let’s see if I can sort this out.

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This little guy is done. That string doesn’t belong to him.

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This little guy still needs arms, a face, and a scarf to keep him warm. (the 2 is for how many rows into the arm I am.

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Ribbing on the beginning of a purple hat. Haven’t decided what stitch for the body of the hat.

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Middle of the basket weave rust hat. I am loving working with my oval loom.

On a different note (C#?), I am reading The Shadow Land by Elizabeth Kostova. It is so intriguing that I had to keep my hands busy while listening. This was so inspiring that I had to run into my cold studio and play the piano for a while. I miss playing but that room is SO cold! Found out Kali either doesn’t like the piano (she doesn’t like noises, like cell phones, or computer, etc.) or it was too cold for her, too. The session was long enough to find that muscular memory could still get through a couple favorites. And my ear/eye heard a couple songs I had never played but felt the need, now, to learn to play them. Funny how time away from music makes me feel like I’m dying without it. Can’t wait for the room to get warmer so I can spend more time playing.

While leaving my studio I looked over at the trees. Yeah, the Christmas trees I couldn’t decide about before. Well, the lights don’t work anymore. So I have started the process of putting it all away. I will take the time to see if there is something I can do to fix the lights, otherwise, I will have to buy more by next year. This frees up the space for sofas. We really need sofas in that room for when family and friends come to visit. I know that within the month it will start getting warm enough to want to be in there more.

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Chronic Disease (Photo credit: tamahaji)

Celebrities battling Chronic Illness (some of them may surprise you!) : Putting Experiences of Patients First.   A couple of days ago, I posted this article on my paper: Dar49 Daily at Paper.li.com. I found it so profound that I thought I would share again. It isn’t that I am happy to see others suffer like I do or worse than I do. It is just nice to see a bit of validation for those of us who have invisible diseases/disorders. That it wipes us out of the work force could be seen as psychological. And if you saw some of the jobs many of us have had you might look forward to getting out of those jobs, too. But if you have a successful career in acting, singing, or otherwise in the public eye, the disease/disorder becomes real. I miss working in public. I don’t miss the pain of standing all day. I miss working in a fun office atmosphere. I don’t miss data input or sitting all day.

Two days ago, I was excited.

Let me share a little about my household. My husband and I moved to Reno to be closer to my four adultrens. It is a small two bedroom apartment that was okay for the two of us. It felt safe for me when my husband worked nights. But after a few years here, my brother called from Florida. He was homeless with a bad infection in his foot. Now, like me, you may laugh. Of all places to be homeless, the beaches of Florida with coconut palms all around. But after being laid off and then this foot that needed 16 stitches and having lost all his Earthly goods to the landlord he was sunk. We are not rich. But when a loved one, especially my brother is that down and out, I will move Heaven and Earth to help him. Finally, my ex came through with the money to get my brother to safety. He chose to come here and has lived with us ever since sharing monies and skills as he can. Often he is the chief cook and bottle washer as I go through my flares.

Then my husband’s son called from OC California. He, too, had lost his job and found himself homeless without money. Did you feel the Earth move? Yep, we did that to bring him here.

Then my husband retired. He was having his own health issues.

What was once a comfortable, though tiny, apartment with a room I called my studio/office where I had my piano and set up for writing and alone time, now became very tight fit. My brother has the former studio/office. It works for him as he writes and paints and researches. He was working for quite a while here but then got laid off again.

When my husband was working nights, he would sleep in a recliner in the living room while I worked in my office, or now in the master bedroom. His son has taken over the living room where the rest of my hobbies, and piano lived. He has a job. He doesn’t make much but it helps all of us. He has taken over the recliner when hubby moved back in with me for we now share the same sleeping patterns. The problem was the recliner was breaking. He ended up on the floor for a couple weeks. Then a friend at work gave him a seven foot sofa. It works perfectly for him. But my piano was in the way.

Did I mention that we went from a small two bedroom? When step moved in we got rid of our kitchen table and planted his bed there. The landlords didn’t like that, fire hazard, etc. But that left an empty dining area. None of us eat the same things vegan, gluten-free for me, carnivores the rest. So anyway, no reason for a table. Look at that! Room for my piano and desk! My studio has reappeared! All that story to say what I was excited about. A place to work!

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piano baru (Photo credit: apaan)

Which brings us back to the first paragraph. I worked so hard a few days ago to get my studio/office into some kind of order I would want to work in. Then–bam! Fibro-flare from hell. I can only work in my office the days that son is at work. This is his Friday. After spending the afternoon in bed, I think I am ready to get out and try to play a tune or two. I doubt I will last long. It will be worth it all to touch my baby with the ivory keys! Can you imagine being able to sit in my office and Dragon-Speaking on my projects? And the caterwauling that can occur when my piano and voice get in synch! Well, the Earth is about to move again!

Now. I have never shared this much. Too much? Well, welcome t0 my life! 😀

Dragon NaturallySpeaking

Dragon NaturallySpeaking (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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