Practicing the banjo by the river
Saturday, February 20, 2010
5:52 PM
I’m sittimg down by the river in the chair my mom used. There are three chairs here. One of them is wooden and gets knocked down by the river when it floods. It’s quiote amazing that the same tree I alwya sat on at the riverbank is still here. It’s been aboui 38 years since I sat in it as a high school student.
I have been practicing my banjo. I love it. I love the sound of the roll. My fingertips are still quite unaccustomed to playing an dpushing on the strings, but soon they will not mind it. I’ll jkust havfe to practice it a few times a day, that’s all.
I’m concerned about deer ticks as I am sitting beside the deer path along the river. I don’t know if the ticks are active at this time of year. It’s not too cold, really. It’s been 63 today, but now it might be cooler out of the sunshine, now that the sun has set.
It’s amazing that my dad’s best times of his life were down here by the river. He’s probably a lot more like me than either of us have ever cared to admit.
The river is much lighter now, almost greenish. I don’t know what that colour is. The red silt has fallen out of it now as it’s not churning anymore.
There are a few birds chirping away. I’m not sure what they are. Wrens, perhaps? Chipping sparrows? Perhaps they are even chcikadees…the carolina kind? I’m not sure now. Humph.
I guess it’s time to go back up. There are some pieces of plastic bags in the low overhanding trees. The river must have been pretty high to get the leaves and pine needsl stick in those! Tere is one last pine tree across the river. There is also some misltetoe in the treetops across the river, as well.
5:52 PM
I’m sittimg down by the river in the chair my mom used. There are three chairs here. One of them is wooden and gets knocked down by the river when it floods. It’s quiote amazing that the same tree I alwya sat on at the riverbank is still here. It’s been aboui 38 years since I sat in it as a high school student.
I have been practicing my banjo. I love it. I love the sound of the roll. My fingertips are still quite unaccustomed to playing an dpushing on the strings, but soon they will not mind it. I’ll jkust havfe to practice it a few times a day, that’s all.
I’m concerned about deer ticks as I am sitting beside the deer path along the river. I don’t know if the ticks are active at this time of year. It’s not too cold, really. It’s been 63 today, but now it might be cooler out of the sunshine, now that the sun has set.
It’s amazing that my dad’s best times of his life were down here by the river. He’s probably a lot more like me than either of us have ever cared to admit.
The river is much lighter now, almost greenish. I don’t know what that colour is. The red silt has fallen out of it now as it’s not churning anymore.
There are a few birds chirping away. I’m not sure what they are. Wrens, perhaps? Chipping sparrows? Perhaps they are even chcikadees…the carolina kind? I’m not sure now. Humph.
I guess it’s time to go back up. There are some pieces of plastic bags in the low overhanding trees. The river must have been pretty high to get the leaves and pine needsl stick in those! Tere is one last pine tree across the river. There is also some misltetoe in the treetops across the river, as well.