Learn to make sushi. Then eat it. Repeat.
Today talking to C about perhaps trying few violin-guitar duets, I found out he'd never taken piano lessons. I sort of assumed he had, because I had heard his sister talk about playing the piano and her keyboard. And most families that I know where one kid took piano lessons, both did. Anyway, C said something about how he wished he could, but maybe it's a bit late at this time. And I suggested that he could take lessons when our future spawn take piano lessons. Because, piano lessons are just sort of something I think everyone should have, at least for a while. And music lessons of some sort, any sort.
Today talking to C about perhaps trying few violin-guitar duets, I found out he'd never taken piano lessons. I sort of assumed he had, because I had heard his sister talk about playing the piano and her keyboard. And most families that I know where one kid took piano lessons, both did. Anyway, C said something about how he wished he could, but maybe it's a bit late at this time. And I suggested that he could take lessons when our future spawn take piano lessons. Because, piano lessons are just sort of something I think everyone should have, at least for a while. And music lessons of some sort, any sort.
Okay, I'm not a beauty blogger, so bare with me here. But I've been anxiously awaiting a chance to try out a new mascara, Givenchy Phenomen'Eyes. It has a round, spike covered brush instead of the normal long brush.
For the first time in a long time I found myself dancing around in my underwear singing aloud... I haven't felt this carefree or happy in months... over a year. It was pouring outside all day, not the normal Seattle light drizzle or sprinkling, and not quite the driving rain back in Minnesota, but a hard, steady, fast rain. And I got soaked waiting for the bus and walking home, but after I took off my wet jeans and jacket, I just had to crank up the music and dance around.
Did I tell you the story of wandering through my grocery story picking up things for an easy picnic listening to my iPod and watching three college girls handling a package of lefse shooting each other puzzled looks?
I feel completely uninspired to read/write or think about my thesis. Though I did create a rough webpage on the topic. How on earth do I motivate myself and get it done?