There was a most excellent power cut last night: it was just growing dark. I'm a dab hand with the hubbly bubbly now, and was able to disassemble, clean, reassemble and fill it in the quick twilight we have here. Then I sat looking out over the sea: NNW, home. Earlier in the evening I'd seen a large bird, a crane perhaps, flying in that direction. The moon was only a short way over the horizon: a slim crescent, like a tiny-bit lopsided, welcoming grin. Venus was there, too, just a few degrees away. I puffed on the hubbly bubbly (apple flavour) and luxuriated in the view.
LTPTP XXV: We Shall Overcome
We shall indeed. It's a lovely wee tune to learn. I've almost memorized it this morning, the idea being, when I encounter a piano, I want something to sit down and play on the bugger. I've a feeling that my keyboard's keys are lighter than a proper piano's, and there'll be a bit of effort transferring the skills I've gotten so far. Probably, at some point this year, I'll be in workplace with a piano. I'll print off some simple music and scales, and work at it, but it's likely to be in a public place so I want something to avoid making a twat of myself initially. It feels right that this should be the first tune I learn by heart.
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