Sorry I lagged out. It's been really exhausting moving back into my renovated house, but I'm surrounded by beauty.
And activity; in a small town the tragedies are too near (such as hunting accidents and heart attacks)... I'm playing (in a rudimentary way, having no background in the tradition) in a bluegrass string band for a children's pageant. My voice is compromised by a lingering wheeze and cough, but I got enough back for concerts - no solos except tambourine and triangle. which is close to a hook, but I'll continue another time, as my wrists are tired from typing on laptop on my chest, pressed by cat on lap