Saturday morning. Brilliant blue sky after all the clouds the past few days. Cool spring day on the coastal plains. Another week of doing nothing much constructive. I put notices on my other blogs and direct any readers who are interested to come here. This blogspot place is owned by Google now, and Google also bought Feedburner. Feedburner is a system that keeps statistics on what happens here. For the first time I'll know if anybody is actually reading this blog. I won't know who comes here, but at least it will count them if anyone does. I've pretended some people come here to read the crap I write, but I've never known for sure. If nobody is reading me it probably won't make any difference, but I wanna know whether there are or not. Believe me when I say my ego can stand it if there is not. Well, maybe...
The arthritis is still acting up, but it's not as painful as it was. As soon as these steroids stop working it will probably go back to driving me nuts. Presently, there is some deep pain in the muscles around my right elbow. It's probably caused by clicking on the mouse so much when i play card games. I gotta give that a rest. Despite the pain and the nausea associated with the drugs I'm putting in my body I've managed somehow to play the major and minor scales on my digital keyboard everyday.
I didn't know how much difference it would make if I switched from the 61-key keyboard on my old synthesizer to the 88-key keyboard on my Yamaha Portable Grand. I've been finding that out as I go along. Yesterday while i was playing the scales I noticed that I was using the entire keyboard on most of the keys I practiced. That brings out careless mistakes on the extremes of either end. In other words, that's where I'm most likely to make an obvious mistake.
When i practice the scales I follow the Circle of Fifths around. First i play the Major scale and then it's relative minor. I've read articles about how the relative minor of each Major scale uses the same sharps and flats. I've had that in the back of my mind, but it's only been lately that I've been paying attention to this.
For some reason I've had some trouble getting the D minor scale to end up with my fingers on the right keys. It's been in my left hand mostly, but sometimes both hands. When something like that happens I usually start playing the troublesome scale using separate hands. Then, when I get each hand performing correctly, I try to put them back together again. D minor just wasn't working out for me, but after I started switching between F Major and D minor because they both have Bb (A#) as the only black key, I realized that I had to end up on the fingers I end up on because that's the only way it can work right.
I've been thinking about lactic acid. I know how to convert all the lactic acid in my system to some harmless chemical in one fell swoop, but i've avoided doing that for a long time. It's almost like I'm punishing myself. I know a lot about my body from having practiced hatha yoga for a long time. I've tried to encourage some people to take it up when I think doing yoga will help them with what they complain about, but they don't do it. They probably look at the source and decide they don't wanna have anything to do with something that will turn them into something like whatever it is they think I am. That's an odd dynamic. They don't wanna be like what they think I am like and yet that's all they can ever be.
The big surprise this Spring has to do with blueberries. My younger brother dug up some blueberry bushes that were at my parent's home that was took from us through eminent domain. He planted on of those bushes here, but it hasn't took root like we'd hoped. Admittedly, it looks better this year. It might make it yet.
Yet, if it does or don't it doesn't seem so critical as far as me getting fresh blueberries in the Spring is concerned. Yesterday, while I was pulling grass from around the one fig cutting that's sprouted, I noticed some bushes growing around the base of a young jack oak I'm encouraging that splits where my driveway comes into my yard. I cut back those bushes last year as unwanted, and they grew back.
When I was pulling that grass from around my fig sprout I noticed some green berries laying low on the ground coming from those previously unwanted bushes. When I looked more closely I realized they were young blueberries. Lots of them. Growing on bushes so hardy they didn't even die when I cut them back. What a stroke of luck!
What I figure happened was that some birds were eating the blueberries next door at my youngest brother's house, came and roosted in that young jack oak, and then nature took it's course with the seeds of the blueberries they excreted found a path with heart in the dirt beneath the jack oak. I gotta start looking around beneath other trees to see if the same thing happened elsewhere. I may have blueberries up the yingyang and not know it.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
