All were amateur musicians. Maybe 60 or 70 of them.
They played well (though not without flaw), but for what they were being paid (zero) they were amazing. There were some young musicians, in their late 20 or 30’s, but there was a few who looked to be in their 80’s. Lots of gray hair.
As I listened I got to thinking: How many years of practice is represented in this group? Of course there is no way for me to know, but it could be a thousand or two.
Often I will talk to an amateur musician and thank them for taking the time to get good enough to perform in public. It is not easy nor quick.
I like high church with big organs and good choirs. I always feel lucky and blessed when I hear music well performed.
Thank you each for taking the time to get proficient at this thing called music.
In an orchestra like this not every one plays all the time. The strings play most, but the brass section spends has long breaks. Some may only play a few measures the whole evening.
Tonight the tuba player looked to be mid 80’s. He had a lead part for a few measures and he played flawlessly. Then he sat there for the rest of the symphony trying to not look bored!
Once upon a time there was a man who thought that business could not do anything really right.
He had been told that, he had observed the fact, so that he really truly believed it.
The irony of the situation was that the man was a medium level manager of that company he was sure could do nothing wrong.
And, since the company could do nothing right, there was no point in him even trying to prove the statement wrong, so he did his job as badly as he could, since, as I said, he was sure there really was nothing wrong with his logic. He did not get fired, and he did not get advanced, he got by, year after year.
The problem was that the company had a lot of employees that thought the same thing, and worked and acted accordingly.
When the company failed, it was the sales department, or the computer guys or someone that caused the failure.
Now that I think about it, I remember that the guy actually worked for the government and not for a business.
I bought the car for Miriam's 55th birthday. The most expensive present I ever gave! If I sell it, I had better have a good reason, I mean a really good reason. Even with AD that is true! She need not worry. Both Miriam and Cavalier are keepers!
This fall our county began requiring vehicles to get emission tested.
That is not a bad idea, get those clunkers off the road.
So I took my car in to be tested (the pickup goes in next year). I had just gone through a bunch of work on it, and I was quite confident.
Fail. Fail. Fail. I don’t even understand the words they used! So I took it back to the shop where it has been for most of the last month.
Yesterday I paid for their work ($775) and with confidence I went back to get it tested. Failed again, but not so badly, so back to the shop.
I don’t argue at all with the concept of inspections. And, I know that a car that will meet the requirements will run better and more efficiently, but curing the problem is sort of a fishing trip.
It could be this or it could be that, but more than likely it is partially this and partially that and it can involve a lot of spendy parts.
The shop owner tells me that some inexpensive cars (to buy), are not doing well in these tests, and the parts can be horribly spendy, so I will be glad it is a model with a few less spendy parts.
It is a solid little car (though 19 years old), so I will pay to get it up to snuff, only this time I will have to make payments on the bill, I fear. But it will be done, it will pass inspection and we will all be happy!
Once I did a built a display cabinet for a grocery store.
The owner was a good friend and I was perplexed about what to charge him.
"Charge me enough so you can make a profit and enough to stay in business when I need you again."
We always want the lowest price. Most of that is OK, but I once was forced into a good price for the customer (it is a long story). I worked for months on the job for about $3 an hour (this was not that long ago), and when it was over I quit the business. My working capital had been exhausted.
The customer got a wonderful price, but at a huge cost to me.
He is not as old as I am, but I have known him since Nixon, I believe.
With his marriage a sham, as he said, it ended a couple years ago. They are still married, but living far apart. Both are fiercely religious and divorce is not an option, though I suggested that if there is a SIN in this issue it would be in the remarriage part, not in the divorce, but what do I know.
He has some rather perplexing health issues. I am not sure exactly, I listened and did not ask.
It was good to see him. He told me more than once this is the new man and he is not like he used to be, though the difference may well seem larger to him than to me!
It was his rightness that struck me. He has moved seriously north since I knew him. *
Today he is driving from Idaho to LA, in one setting. He says he can do it in about 14 or 15 hours.
Maybe he is not as old as I thought he was!
*(we talk about a left hander as having a south hand, so I make the obvious comparison!)
Once there was a farmer (the Big Book talks about it).
He had a couple of good harvests and his barn was not big enough to hold it all, so he made the decision, since he was so wealthy, to tear down the barn and replace it with something bigger, the better for his personal wealth.
With that wealth, he could lay back and relax and live the good life.
But he died that night, before he could do any of it.
There is a part of my land that I have ignored for many years. Lately I have been working on reclaiming this land. It is too small to do too much with, and I don’t need more dirt to worry about, but I do need to clear it out of the weeds.
As I was working on this project other day that Parable came to mind. With AD as an increasing part of my life, just how many barns should I replace?
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.