Today I plan to take a day off. First one in a while. Yesterday’s service went pretty smoothly. I played the Parry postlude pretty well. The violin teacher from Hope(less) college chatted me up at the coffee hour. I have a sneaky suspicion I have aroused his pity somehow.
Eileen was ill. She volunteered Saturday at the Children’s Garden at the library and once again no patrons showed up to help. She came home and went to bed and has pretty much stayed there all weekend with a sore throat.
I checked on Mom and half-heartedly volunteered to take her for a ride or something. She also took pity on me and declined. She is looking a bit better every day. Depression does cycle. We agreed to do lunch today.
Before church, I treadmilled to some videos.
This one is very interesting. 6 ways we look at time and what it does to our lives….
I like what David Byrne says in this video about how rooms affect the basic notions of what kind of music we compose and make….
Finally, daughter Elizabeth turned me on to Johana Blakely’s synopsis of what the relatively copyright free fashion industry can teach other industries bogged down in intellectual prop protection.
I spent some time with Mendelssohn and Brahms at the piano yesterday. Then did some reading.
Besides reading in Mao: the unknown story by Change and Halliday and The Doctor is Sick by Burgess, I read in the New Yorker Summer Fiction issue. I especially liked “Dayward” by Z. Z. Packard. The theme for this issue is “20 under 40”. A few of the stories are online.
Finally Eileen came downstairs to Farmville on the mainframe (no wireless…. makes me crazy) and then joined me watching “A Time to Kill” on our new stupid cable tv.
I read this book years ago but never saw the movie. It’s Grisham’s first. I remember being so shocked when the main lawyer character, Jake Bergance, has a moment of undiluted pleasure when he realizes the case will thrust him into the spotlight and most of all TV coverage.
I couldn’t understand how anyone would look forward to that. Still don’t, for that matter.
I neglected to go practice organ yesterday afternoon. I have in mind performing one of the Schubler for the prelude next week and a loud section from the Hindemith first organ sonata for the postlude.
I desperately need to get back to doing some writing and contacting musicians for the August fifth gig. Time marches on.