Relative Something

It has been 4 days of life as a solo fella; a weekend and 2 work days. I am noticing early signs of adjustment, but I don’t think it counts for much, yet. It’s too soon. I would describe my status as still being more stunned by the separation, than adapted to it.

One thing I find myself doing a lot more often is playing around on my mandolin. My style of learning involves simply monkeying around on the instrument and finding sounds that appeal to me. I exercise my finger positioning and my picking technique. It isn’t a pleasing sound to listen to when you aren’t the one doing the playing. Since I’m the only one here, I can let myself go into a trance of repetition that is soothing to me, but likely grating to others.

News from Cyndie is that she is busy with one meeting after another. It’s a big job, but one we feel suits her well.

Thirty-seven years ago today, we made an initial connection that turned out to be the beginning of our courtship. This year we will celebrate at a distance.