♫ And a partridge in a pear treeeee! ♫
Vague titles and jokes aside, it's been a more productive and fun week for me than usual. For one thing, I replaced a bathroom fan unit. It involved sitting a one heck of an awkward angle in the attic, trying to understand vague instructions, and putting a nail in my head- thankfully, only skin deep, else you'd not be reading this (but let's face it, it's not like I'm all whole on the inside, anyways). But yes, that nail and two common, normally harmless things at the office where I work were responsible for three gashes in my head- all in one week. I might be more surprised at this, myself, but honestly, I just think it's my accident prone years catching up with me. After all, it's been a good moment! But yeah, a tetanus shot might well be due, now...
But unusual amounts of cranial injuries aside, I got to rehearse and perform two songs with that double octet I've been practicing with. What we sounded like to the audience, I don't entirely know; but I, for one, though it was marvelous, and the two strings, flute and piano accompanying us were just what the song needed. And each of us sounded just awesome! But alas, when such gatherings and practices come to an end, it's almost like saying goodbye to a small family you weren't close with, and yet somehow you were, and it's like having to come back home at the end of a fun trip. In any case, I'll miss them until I see them again.
But amidst the good, there has been tragedy, too. I recently learned a cousin of mine passed away within these last 24 hours or so. It had been some years since I'd seen her, and sadly, far too much has happened since then to even want to begin explaining. Suffice to say, she is a great person, and through a series of difficult choices and goings-on, things have been exceptionally difficult and rough for her and her family. But here, at her passing, and not having talked in a few years, it feels both easier to accept, and yet all the more tragic. I'm not usually one to start a conversation unless I'm particularly well acquainted or close to someone- and so, I wonder to myself, although I feel that natural feeling of wishing I could say some last words, what would I have said? Truthfully, I don't know. I suppose, if nothing else, a good, big hug would have been due. And then again, perhaps, sometimes that's enough.
But in spite of the difficult circumstances, I find some small enjoyment in my free time, whether I change things up on my home network, or play Minecraft. I'll tell you, I just love the ability in that game to create and build a unique world around you. Although it's now long been owned by Micro-monetize-your-dreams-soft, to me, it still stands as such a unique game, just because of how much creativity and just child-like fun you can put into it. And the funny thing is, the worlds and structures you create can be some magnificent thing for everyone to see and marvel at- or it can merely be a fairly normal world you've created and sculpted to your liking only. I guess that alone could speak to so many volumes- other people may not think much of your creations and works, but their opinions of it matter much less than the one who used his or her powers and creativity to produce them. In his life, Van Gogh was considered not only a failure, but downright mad and insane. And yet, what expression he put into his art! He searched within himself and pulled out both the joy and the misery, and interweaved it with the world he saw, immortalizing it on a humble canvas, knowing most people would probably never see it quite the way he did. So... what will you create- and how much of your heart will you put into it?
I go on such tangents sometimes. Apologies if it's all very disjointed; I honestly just write out my feelings on the fly, typically. But we'll leave this week at an end. Everyone, enjoy the days ahead, and take your grief and your joy, and create something magical!