Honestly, it has been sort of nice being home-bound for a few days, with any travel obligations cancelled and not much that couldÂ be done outdoors after shoveling out the cars on Saturday and having both porches heaped high with firewood.
Today marks the end of our sequester as we’re having lunch in town with other humans, to try to regain our ability to speak in complete sentences in a social setting.
But I have been quite the tickles-my-fancy butterfly these past snow-bound days, flitting from one adult toybox to the next.Â [No, not THAT kind of adult toy.]
In one, the iPad and various drawing and photography apps to play with. I downloaded a new sketching app called Concepts. It is quite sophisticated but unfortunatelyÂ assumes that you have artistic ability. Same goes for Procreate, and I’ve come back to that fantastic art app after months of neglect. You can peruse those “art-like” images which I’ve cleared from the ipad to make room by moving them to a SmugMug gallery.Â Some ofÂ these I have shared here over the past couple of years; others (for obvious reasons) I have withheld until now. Lucky you.
Ah, and over in another corner of the play room, the old classical guitar I have had since 1966 and restrung only last fall. It gathered dust for the years of wrist and thumb dysfunction and the ones following surgeries to both hands. Then it sat for another year or two when I had the deluded notion thatÂ Â I would be able to play a steel string again and bought a Fender that promptly ate my fingers for lunch.
So I am back trying to remember old tunes and learn a few new ones–from John Denver, James Taylor, Glenn Campbell, Harry Nilsson, Kris Kristofferson and such. I purchased Guitar Tabs Pro for the iPhone and am copying song chords and lyrics like crazy using OneNote clipper.
And there’s always the book corner, where at least four books are now stacked with bookmarks at various places in the first chapters of all: Thinking Fast and Slow; Dark Matter and Dinosaurs; the Invention of Nature; and Field Notes from a Catastrophe.
I am also working on a longish personal-ruminative essay that explains to me the relationship and importance of the terms well-being, ecology, economy, story and sustainability. There’s an ultimate purpose for this, andÂ might be I’ll share that at some point, but don’t find a great deal of resonance anymore for “serious” topics on the blog. So maybe not.
Meanwhile, we’re babysitting some chickens and a dog for a week that seems destined to end in mud–with temps predicted to be in the MID-FIFTIES!Â At least some of the snow on south slopes will melt. And refreeze–through March. And so it goes.