The spouse will be returning tomorrow. I miss her intelligence, warmth and love, but I'm glad she was there for our daughter and her new child. Especially because of her intelligence, warmth and love.
I had a couple of good guitar moments today. I was experimenting with using my index finger as a slide and improvising with the plectrum--strumming and hitting notes. I got to a different, freer place.
Was lonely this afternoon so walked downtown for a snack--calamari and wine. Had a good conversation with the restaurant owner, one of his managers, a bartender and a waitperson. Reminisced a bit. This is a place I've been in and out of for 40 years. It felt good.
I've been getting too isolated lately. Not getting out enough, not talking to people enough. It's a problem. I can see it.
I'm slowly adding to Appearances. I can't help but wonder what David Bromige would have made of this manuscript. He always had a penchant for showing the mechanics behind a piece, revealing the Wizard behind the curtain, going meta but with a wink.
As I get older and come to understand that my work is probably going to be lost when I'm gone, I vacillate between extremes of emotion.
Between is the keyword of the day.