Ever have one of those weeks?
The bad news stories keep going from bad to worse. What can I do about all that?
One day everything just seems to work out and fall into place. The next, all seems to go wrong.
Figuring out new computer stuff, wanting to go back to the old, even if that can’t really be. Wanting to punch something, cry, give up on technology all together because it’s just too damn hard.
Well, it was then that it hit me, at certain moments this last week, few days, I realized I needed this TToT more than ever.
For the oceans of this world.
We don’t treat them right. We need them. I need them. They are peaceful, tranquil, or fierce and wild. Either way, their depths astound me. Their vast array of life boggles my mind, fills me with thrills.
June 8th was World Oceans Day.
Did you know? What do you love about the oceans?
For the chance to treat a friend to a birthday lunch.
For a lovely day of sunshine and music in the park.
I could have shared photos of this, after being unable to share any in these posts for a few months now, but the new mail program I have, coupled with the fact that I have saved far too many emails and now feel like I’m drowning in them, this prevents me from even accessing the email just sent to me with pictures of my brother and his friend playing their music in the park.
They were hired by the London Arts Council to play at various events and locations for the summer.
It was a beautiful day of sunshine and no humidity and I sat and enjoyed it. So proud of my brother for getting out there and taking these opportunities that present themselves.
Any time I happen to walk past someone playing music, in a park or on the street, in London or Toronto wherever it may be, I stop and take it all in.
Music is art. It is peace. It is passion. It is truly a gift and our society doesn’t appreciate it nearly enough for what it brings to our lives.
As I was just saying…as always, but then, I am stressed or tense or whatever, and then I listen.. I relax. I become a little less tense.
And so I post music in my thankful post, to start and also at the finish, instead of the photos I cannot see and cannot get to.
Karl Frederik Arndd.
LArs Peter Jonsson.
I am thankful for people like these, the Swedish P.H.D. students who stepped in and stopped a terrible crime, violation-in-progress, from even further damage done by a coward I won’t even name.
Instead, I list the names of the two decent human beings who deserve to be recognized.
That shows me, even when things seem bleak, that humans aren’t completely irredeemable.
For a transplant tape.
I have so many boxes in my basement. I went looking for a tape and, shock of shock, I found it. I just happened to place my hand on a random cassette tape, sitting free in a box full of so many different bits and pieces of my life.
Well, my brother had lost his copy, the one he made of that day, those days and weeks and months in June, 1997 and bits of those who aren’t here now, of that girl I was.
For lessons and stories.
Next we digitized a treasure of a cassette.
One afternoon my grandpa sat with my brother and he told stories of his childhood, long gone by.
He was a one-of-a-kind storyteller. My brother and I listened, more than ten years on, and we laughed, we contemplated, and I know we both took to heart the values he passed on to us.
I want to transcribe his stories and make them into a short book. I think all the world could stand to read it, to learn some of the lessons a man like my grandfather had to teach.
For a beautiful burst of creativity,.
We will make our podcast, one of these days, but it takes more planning and preparation than I really realized I guess.
But we worked together and came up with what I think is the catchiest, most kick ass intro.
It incorporates sounds of sizzling, flipping of pancakes, along with clips from our childhood, set over top us today.
My brother is a pro with his audio program, which allows him to put musical sounds and audio clips into separate folders, and then put them all together.
I don’t know how he does it, like editing in writing, but with sound.
I guess I produced it with him. I call myself producer of the segment. I gave my thoughts on what sounded good and we created something, together, that I think starts off our upcoming podcast on the perfect note.
For my ever-present, calm mother.
All wasn’t smooth sailing.
When we’d feared damage to some of my brother’s recording equipment, we were both expecting the worst, but then, in comes my calm and steady mom.
I’ve often heard motherhood can be a thankless job, but I think my mother deserves to be celebrated, even if Mother’s Day is only technically once a year.
She calmed us both down and stepped in to fix the problem.
For violin teacher and lesson and instrument.
My teacher works with me. She gives me keen and clear instruction and guidance. She guides my bow, my arm, my technique.
I am learning new things about my violin, my instrument, my bow, my arm/hand, things I need to know to become a better violinist. I hope I can, one day, call myself that for real.