Thought Trafficking

November 7, 2012, 7:58 pm
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After spending the last 10 days mostly sleeping, everything in my waking life is fresh. Do epidemiologists conduct studies in piano studios? They ought to. Germy little keys. 

Since finishing a shrug before moving, I’ve lying fallow, craft-wise. Piano stood in as a substitute: Beethoven Sonata Op 2 No 1 in f minor, Chopin Nocturne Op 9 No 1 (b flat minor), and Debussy’s Doctor Gradus Ad Parnassum. Working on breathing and relaxing my shoulders.

Today I keep trying to get things done but every time I leave one room (one of only two), I get distracted by something else in the room I just entered. Still, making muffins, mailing cards, and returning library books (on time; I am turning over a new leaf) made me feel productive enough for one morning. 

I have been very interested in this blog lately, for the author’s description of her life in Belgium, of taking Dutch lessons, an experience that now sits 6 years in my past. Not something I miss, necessarily (though I do miss trying to speak Dutch), but something still worth recalling.

In writing this post, I forgot that I was frying some eggs for lunch. Focus.