Hot weather for August, a month in which we have become accustomed to damp and bluster, especially when living under canvas. Hot in the car park and, as it to be expected, freezing by my desk at work. There was a moment when the generators were being tested that we thought that perhaps the air conditioning had failed, since it went momentarily quiet, but no such luck. I had my jersey on by 1:30pm.
After a gap of only 29 years, I walked out to be blessed by vampires after lunch on Monday. My blood is red as ever, whilst the rest of me goes gray. I felt it only reasonable to overcome my irrational fear of fainting, given that when my eldest was in hospital in June, there were always a few units available in case of emergency.
I have to go back and forth in my musical education. After a few weeks of trying to find the notes as fast as possible I am reminded that finding them in the correct rhythm is probably a better grounding. I detest the tune of a dance to the beat of a funeral drum, but, it is necessary. My fingers are much less painful now, and my fingers are getting more used to the exercise of fretting. I managed to fret a 3-finger G chord for a few seconds today. Although I have found that accidental disconnection between what the two hands are doing is not advantageous I am now faced with the opposite problem to some extent. If I try to play gently, quietly, I find that my left hand becomes more gentle too and I don't press hard enough on the frets. If I fret with attitude to get clear notes, my right hand jumps in with full volume - the tension travels up the left arm, across the shoulders and down the right arm and it all gets very LOUD.
The G-string has at last been introduced in Hal's book. Texas Gales to learn next.
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