Today

As I looked out my window this morning, I saw the yard. Smooth grass peeking over the windowsill. The large bush off to the right. Then I realised that my window is on the second floor! So I had to fire up the old Honda and shorten the lawn a bit.
Turns out the large bush was actually the 20 foot tall apple tree!
Then I went to Folklife festival heard a great percussion jam session on a bunch of marimbas, including a gigantic double-bass that had me planning how to make one for myself. Not that I have any room for the darn thing.
Also, besides digeredoos, blues guitarists, child flautists, violinists, cellists, banjoists,etc, I heard a wonderful hammered dulcimer trio. One of those things is ethreal enough, but three together is O.T.W. (as DeKoven used to put it) or even O.T.G.
My lovely and talented ex-wife doesn't like my new picture.
That's because the old one is a fuzzy silouette and you can't see all the wrinkles or my beady little pig eyes.
I guess.
Anyway, I still love the folklife festival. I always visit the musical instrument craftsman showroom.
I am always jealous because the workmanship is several orders of magnitude better than mine.
My goal in life has always to raise myself to mediocracy, and, whether or not I've made it, I'll let myself believe I have.
Derrick, my brother in law's 3-year-old boy is outside right this moment banging on the big 5-foot gong I made from the end of an oil tank.

O My!! I've got to get a score printed and bound and to the Northwest Symphony Orchestra call for scores. Not that they'll actually want the darn thing. I keep trying. It's the third movement of the clarinet concerto and I don't have the faintest idea of a name to call it so that it sounds like a piece in itself.
Plus, my printer cartridge is running out and the next two days are holidays and my composition class is one of them and the thing is due the 1st!!
It features neither Double-Bass Marimbas nor hammered dulcimers (love that sound).