Reset Forty-Three, Day One

Somehow Saturday turned out tiring, even though I had orange juice and tea and donuts, and had fairly decent sleep and no difficult tasks. There was just an enervating sadness hanging around, and about ten o'clock in the evening I grew so weary that I took a nap that ended up lasting four hours. Dinner had to wait until after the nap, as I'd lacked the energy to fix it earlier, and I didn't make the whole thing, but what I did fix was sufficient. I don't do much anymore, so I don't need to eat as much.

Now I've eaten one of my cupcakes for a late bedtime snack, while watching videos about the Phrygian and Dorian modes in music. Interesting stuff. I never learned to play an instrument, though I always wanted to. I suppose I could try to learn one now, as I have nothing but time on my hands, but I have no idea what one I would try. Something small, to be sure. I actually did have an instrument for a while when I was a kid— a small xylophone with twelve notes. Later I had the chance occasionally to play the few songs I'd learned to pick out on the xylophone on a vibraphone owned by a guy who moved into the neighborhood for a while, but I never really "learned" the instrument.

Shortly before leaving Los Angeles I went to an event downtown where various people had booths selling various things, and one of the booths was run by a woman who played and sold Celtic harps. I imagined buying one, though they were quite expensive, but never did. It's probably just as well, as it would have burned up in my ill-fated house. But maybe I'll look around for some small, perhaps stringed, instrument just to mess around with and fill the time. Something quiet that wouldn't be heard through the walls. It would be a good distraction on those days that end up making me sad for no apparent reason.


( Sunday Verse )