Fickle

February 24, 2006 at 5:08 AM

Write it down. Pick what works best for you, but be sure to make that decision and then get it onto paper. Noncommittal behavior leads to insecurity, leads to hesitation, leads to embarrassment on a stage. Write it down. Make up your mind. One note at a time, one phrase at a time, decide the plot and choose the corresponding bowings. Decisions, decisions, dissect the shifts and reorganize the fingerings. All scales must be folded neatly and put away before bedtime.

Forget the muse, my routine is now a chore, and I’m bound to shove the mess under the bed and go to town for a video instead. I have no mother here to check up on me, no teacher to inspect with white gloves. No one cares. I certainly don’t. Not today, not this week, perhaps not for the rest of the month. This tedious February repulses me.

From Neil Cameron
Posted on February 24, 2006 at 3:01 PM

Got the winter blues Emily?

Neil

From Emily Grossman
Posted on February 24, 2006 at 10:38 PM

Ah, after I wrote this, I realised how pathetic it was. My dog snapped me out of it and took me on a brisk 6-mile run, in single-digit temps and three inches of fresh powder. Feeling much better now. :)

From Pauline Lerner
Posted on February 25, 2006 at 6:40 AM

That's a spooky looking photo.

I'm glad your dog took care of you and made you run and feel better.

From Emily Grossman
Posted on February 25, 2006 at 9:41 AM

That's the view from my back porch, Pauline. Ben is a good dog for running because he will always have more enthusiasm than me when it comes to getting out the door. Only, he poops twice and stops for every tree once we get going, and I don't.

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on February 26, 2006 at 1:54 AM

If I had to run 6 miles I'd be pooping the whole last 5 9/10.

From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on February 27, 2006 at 3:34 PM

Gorgeous picture!!
I suppose an entire world of it could be more trying, but as a single shot-- nice!

Do you know the paintings and drawings of Emily Carr? Very Pacific Northwest, deep, deep. Nice on a winter night. Anytime. This photo reminds me of one of her paintings (1936 "Blue Sky").

Single digit six miler! I bike and run and such, but wind chill factor on a bike on my violinist knuckles, not to mention ice, stop me there some months of the year. And below about 20 or 25 F, my lungs can't do exercise-- brings back old bronchitis which otherwise I've been immune to for 20+ years (saved by running, actually).

You go, girl!

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