friday
Weaving
I wasn't able to play Blow the Man Down for the teacher without a mistake in the middle. I recovered and finished it okay. I told her I had a perfect version that I recorded on my phone that I could play for her. Not necessary. Good enough - you never have to play that song again. Whew.
Kind of a dark morning. Though we're supposed to have some sun later. I've been thinking about my 2 bikes lately. Might be time to get them out and check them over - tighten bolts and nuts. Pump up the tires. Get ready for biking season.
I got enough sleep last night but I just feel dull this morning. Sad. The pointlessness of it all. I know there is a point - or maybe there really isn't, but I know sometimes I think (and feel) there is a point and I will feel like that again. This too shall pass.
It doesn't help that I can hear the chickens on the baby monitor moaning and groaning. I've been keeping them in till noon thinking at least they are safer that way - being outside in the dangerous world only part of the day. But they do make the most unhappy sounds.