Thank you Fran! What an enlightening issue. In thinking about "hour", maybe a secondary meaning could be its use in the Book of Hours, which is actually a book of prayers to be said at specific times of the day. And then there's the "witching hour" which is the evening time when babies are fussy, and seems to originally have meant more than one hour as well. Oh, and the song about the "midnight hour". So, "hour" can be a unit of time or can be a time of day that is not a 60-minute hour.
Small world again. I met Kate O’Halloran in 2022 when I getting bids to clean out my mother’s house in SW Portland after she had sold it and moved into Rose Schnitzer. Kate was very nice. Like you, love the name of her company!
That was quite a hodge-podge today. I liked the rock. Is there a certain place where they congregate? Being "soft" enough for a clam to burrow into must mean they are volcanic. I guess.
As for practicing, I've already written about my childhood piano experiences and the torture involved. I included a poem called Burning the Piano in the Driveway. John Thompson books were torture and I asked my teacher, since I was an adolescent at the time and listening to R and R, if there was a book of that I could use. She found a book of boogie-woogie pieces that were a blast to play. Sadly that book is lost in time, but three years ago, I started the Alfred Adult Piano courses and am in the middle of the second book. He includes old standards, classical, hymns, whatever teaches a certain skill. It's been a fun and often frustrating adventure. I've memorized seventeen pieces, but if I don't play them at least once a week, they deteriorate. This is more an exercise in keeping my memory tuned as well as being able to learn new things at 75.
I’d forgotten all about the boogie-woogie book I had. I tossed it in the trash after reading the introduction. It was full of racist blather about the origins of the genre, with deprecating remarks about African culture. Really creepy.
I was enough of a snob that I liked the John Thompson books. I’m working out of one now, but I really don’t have time for the piano. For many years, I lent that spinet out to various family friends so their children could practice on it.
Well...I thought I was a writer, but I think my 'practice' is more editing. When I started writing, i found I re-wrote each piece 6 or 7 times. That's when I came to the conclusion that I'm probably more editor. Economy. I just learned about Matsuo Basho. He lived in the late 1600s. My wife told me about him. He was known for his Haikus. Here is one I really liked:
summer grass
the only remains of soldier's
dreams
Again, really enjoyed your post this week. Thank you!! Robin
Thank you Fran! What an enlightening issue. In thinking about "hour", maybe a secondary meaning could be its use in the Book of Hours, which is actually a book of prayers to be said at specific times of the day. And then there's the "witching hour" which is the evening time when babies are fussy, and seems to originally have meant more than one hour as well. Oh, and the song about the "midnight hour". So, "hour" can be a unit of time or can be a time of day that is not a 60-minute hour.
Small world again. I met Kate O’Halloran in 2022 when I getting bids to clean out my mother’s house in SW Portland after she had sold it and moved into Rose Schnitzer. Kate was very nice. Like you, love the name of her company!
That was quite a hodge-podge today. I liked the rock. Is there a certain place where they congregate? Being "soft" enough for a clam to burrow into must mean they are volcanic. I guess.
As for practicing, I've already written about my childhood piano experiences and the torture involved. I included a poem called Burning the Piano in the Driveway. John Thompson books were torture and I asked my teacher, since I was an adolescent at the time and listening to R and R, if there was a book of that I could use. She found a book of boogie-woogie pieces that were a blast to play. Sadly that book is lost in time, but three years ago, I started the Alfred Adult Piano courses and am in the middle of the second book. He includes old standards, classical, hymns, whatever teaches a certain skill. It's been a fun and often frustrating adventure. I've memorized seventeen pieces, but if I don't play them at least once a week, they deteriorate. This is more an exercise in keeping my memory tuned as well as being able to learn new things at 75.
I’d forgotten all about the boogie-woogie book I had. I tossed it in the trash after reading the introduction. It was full of racist blather about the origins of the genre, with deprecating remarks about African culture. Really creepy.
I was enough of a snob that I liked the John Thompson books. I’m working out of one now, but I really don’t have time for the piano. For many years, I lent that spinet out to various family friends so their children could practice on it.
Love the rock! And this tour of what’s on your mind.
Oh, I shared the Dog Library image with my kids. :-)
Well...I thought I was a writer, but I think my 'practice' is more editing. When I started writing, i found I re-wrote each piece 6 or 7 times. That's when I came to the conclusion that I'm probably more editor. Economy. I just learned about Matsuo Basho. He lived in the late 1600s. My wife told me about him. He was known for his Haikus. Here is one I really liked:
summer grass
the only remains of soldier's
dreams
Again, really enjoyed your post this week. Thank you!! Robin
You can be both a writer and an editor. My career was as an editor, and I’m good at it, but that’s not where I want to put my effort now.
Thanks for sharing the haiku!