A crocus awoke us
Mar. 5th, 2004 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jere7myThe first patch of color has appeared in our yard: a few lightning-blue crocuses have pushed up through the ground, just beside the brick edging of our neighbors' garden. They are doomed, since the current 60-degree weather is due to be supplanted by snow tomorrow, but it's a reminder that spring is coming.
I discovered last night that maple cream soda tastes pretty much like carbonated syrup. Not in a bad way; this brand, at least, contains real maple syrup, and I like real maple syrup. I believe it was Sarah's Maple Cream Soda, and it was the first bottle I've encountered in a long time that required an opener.
Someone on Usenet recommended a pinky-strengthening exercise that seems to work well: fret the first string at the third fret with my index finger, and at the fourth fret with my pinky, then walk my fingers from string to string across the neck. After five minutes I felt the rubber-band-like muscles in my pinky start to burn, so I can only assume they're becoming stronger. I spent some time today working on that and other exercises, and made a concerted effort to learn the tricky bit of Dave Wiesler's Screech Owl Reel. (The tricky bit is the last two bars, which have a sort of interlaced arpeggio: A-C-A, B-D-B, C-E-C, D-F-D.)
Work is nearly over, hooray. Kendra came to watch Fog of War tonight, which was lovely, but I was too preoccupied with locating the $120 that had gone missing to give her much attention. Nevertheless, I'm glad she was here. And soon: homeward, with my contraband salt.
I discovered last night that maple cream soda tastes pretty much like carbonated syrup. Not in a bad way; this brand, at least, contains real maple syrup, and I like real maple syrup. I believe it was Sarah's Maple Cream Soda, and it was the first bottle I've encountered in a long time that required an opener.
Someone on Usenet recommended a pinky-strengthening exercise that seems to work well: fret the first string at the third fret with my index finger, and at the fourth fret with my pinky, then walk my fingers from string to string across the neck. After five minutes I felt the rubber-band-like muscles in my pinky start to burn, so I can only assume they're becoming stronger. I spent some time today working on that and other exercises, and made a concerted effort to learn the tricky bit of Dave Wiesler's Screech Owl Reel. (The tricky bit is the last two bars, which have a sort of interlaced arpeggio: A-C-A, B-D-B, C-E-C, D-F-D.)
Work is nearly over, hooray. Kendra came to watch Fog of War tonight, which was lovely, but I was too preoccupied with locating the $120 that had gone missing to give her much attention. Nevertheless, I'm glad she was here. And soon: homeward, with my contraband salt.
