That I've been doing breathing exercises especially when out riding the bike is great, but there's nothing for playing the flute like playing the flute.
I got a good practice session in the night before last, and I think got a little glimpse of the "mature" tone I'll have someday if I keep with it. I'm up to page 24 in the Wye book. I remember a piece called "Branle" or something and looked ... it's "Bransle" and on page 36. I believe, all those years ago, it's as far as I got in the book in the distant past. But I think I'm making the pieces sound more musical these days; all those years on trumpet have to count for something.
Yesterday I got up around 2:30, packed things, took them to the post office and went to TAP Plastics to spend about $20 on plastic bags which I use around here. I had a slice of pizza and some fizzy water at Whole Foods, got some bubble mailers, and got back here.
I listed 20 things last night, we just got $150 for a couple little things I picked up near a certain dumpster, and I have a bunch of small things to pack today.
Plus the day was greeted with a bill from the electric company, they need about $375 by the 6th or they'll turn the power off. I swear Ken has the financial skills of an 11-year-old. So if he comes by tonight, I'll make sure he writes a check for it and I'll mail it off myself along with the latest batch of small packages.
Can I hang on another year here, trying to hold this business together while trying to find the time and energy to develop some flute skills? Can I hold out two more years, moving home to Hawaii only when I'm 65 and will get Medicare, which isn't means-tested, as Medicaid in Hawaii is? Should I assume travel across half the Pacific Ocean is possible a year from now? Two years from now?
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