Time is flying!
Wow, I've just over one week left in New England before heading south to Louisiana. The changing leaves are gorgeous, and the weather is still warm enough to comfortably take my evening walks. Indian Summer is in full bloom (though I don't know if we've technically had a frost yet), and I'm really enjoying being here.
It's always funny the way that time passes for me, especially since I tend to do a lot of traveling even between my major migrations across the country. It's been a peculiar fall, in particular, because I was in one house for three weeks before moving into the place where I'm living now; I'm more used to staying put for the duration of a festival and the division was a little disorienting.
Disoriented by moving, I must be getting old.
I'm looking at the things I brought with me and noticing that I drastically over-packed, and since I stay on the move so often I think that will result in a trip to Goodwill next week to trim down a bit. Minimizing possessions makes it a lot easier to tell when something is out of place; if I don't love it I shouldn't own it. Not to mention the books I bought at the library sale that were deliberately short-term purchases.
The festival is going nicely, though I need to spend more time in my off-hours rehearsing. I'm gearing up to record this winter, and I've got a lot of music written that I'm not very good at playing yet. It seems strange, but original music is much harder for me to learn than that written by others.
It's been a somewhat disjointed post; I feel I should be posting more but didn't have any particular overriding theme for this one. I'll work on that for next time, cheers!
It's always funny the way that time passes for me, especially since I tend to do a lot of traveling even between my major migrations across the country. It's been a peculiar fall, in particular, because I was in one house for three weeks before moving into the place where I'm living now; I'm more used to staying put for the duration of a festival and the division was a little disorienting.
Disoriented by moving, I must be getting old.
I'm looking at the things I brought with me and noticing that I drastically over-packed, and since I stay on the move so often I think that will result in a trip to Goodwill next week to trim down a bit. Minimizing possessions makes it a lot easier to tell when something is out of place; if I don't love it I shouldn't own it. Not to mention the books I bought at the library sale that were deliberately short-term purchases.
The festival is going nicely, though I need to spend more time in my off-hours rehearsing. I'm gearing up to record this winter, and I've got a lot of music written that I'm not very good at playing yet. It seems strange, but original music is much harder for me to learn than that written by others.
It's been a somewhat disjointed post; I feel I should be posting more but didn't have any particular overriding theme for this one. I'll work on that for next time, cheers!