Hard to write about much

 This all reminds me of one of the bad (and they're all bad) "Apocalypse" novels I read years ago, where the main character's sister was into ballet in the Before Times and kept up her daily training, all while of course the world is falling apart around them. But in real life, you can get into serious trouble, as in going-to-a-concentration-camp trouble, for talking about the actual apocalypse. So all you can write about is the boring day-to-day training. 

The 2nd session of the Franch class went well, and we're to listen to a couple of French songs and write down what French we recognize. I listened through them once; one was about the Champs-Elysees,  the other about a girlfriend I think, who's "incredible" and "formidable". I'll have to work on those more. 

I got my check, and deposited it on Friday and everything's fine there. Friday was yesterday, and I popped over to the antique store afterward to see if the guy was still selling silver coins but they're gone, as are the other ones another guy was selling that were overpriced but of course are not now. A bargain, in fact, and that's probably why they're gone. 

I've got a bit more practice in, and am inching forward in the band book. One thing about the band book is that there are plenty of actual tunes. I looked at the Rubank book and it's 90% exercises not songs. Of course some exercises can sound good and be fun, like one funny little one that makes you exercise "rolling" your finger to hit this one note. And there's one that's the first actual tuneful thing you learn in the Mel Bay guitar book, that I still have memorized because it's a nice little tune. 

The last couple times I was at Whole Foods there were no booth scammers out front, and a fair crowd going in and out. I'm really envious of Marvin Naylor, living in a country that among its wonderful first-world attributes like health care and education for all, has a "walking culture". The best that can be done in the US is to set up near some place for people to spend money, if one can do it without being clapped into jail.