Piano was brutal. I kept making and repeating mistakes I could barely hear, "little" things like playing a given 1/8 note as a quarter note, collapsing on my thumb, getting a given tricky rhythm repeatedly wrong, missing a rest, reaching up and down a handspan and missing the landing by a single note. And I kept making the same mistakes over and over again. Frustrating and upsetting.
I have a fair number of warm friends and affectionate lovers in my `phone's database, but when I feel like this, it's hard to want to call any of them, it feels too revealing and imposing to want to call someone just `cause I'm feeling sad and lonely for no real reason, and even if I did, what would I talk about?
I considered just going right home and to bed, but the traffic report says that the 520 bridge is extremely congested. So I came to CapHill, and wandered around the newly opened Franklin Reservoir Park. It's a lovely park; grass, benches, big chessboards, and a really nice fountain.
For some unguessable reason, one guy in the park, a big soft-spoken weatherbeaten Native American from Montana stopped me, asked the time, and then handcrafted a handmade rose out of a long leaf. It made me feel a bit better.
Update: Thank you,