News from the Barsetshire woodshed
Aug. 24th, 2012 10:38 amSo I didn't woodshed last night, but I did play "Countrywide" twice just to put my calluses on notice that they're still on duty. I can now play it, haltingly, at the tempo that Tommy Emmanuel plays it when he says, "I'll play it nice and slow for you." The bars o' doom are up nice-and-slow tempo but the notes aren't completely ringing yet. The bridge is shaky and the bridge lick remains a disaster. (I'm not sure that I'll attempt the final lick in this lifetime.)
I also finished the second reading of Angela Thirkell's High Rising and got deliciously into the first of the Trollope Barsetshire novels, The Warden, which I am also loving to pieces. A pity that Barsetshire is imaginary.
The transplanted Class of 2011 still looks fine -- I was able to re-pot Part II by reusing the potting soil from the two pots of cat grass. Of course, they're bulbs so they won't look terribly unhappy until it's too late, most likely. I'm still pretty surprised by all the light that's coming in my office window now that 32 hippeastrum yearlings have been reduced to six, and those six have had a crew cut.
I also finished the second reading of Angela Thirkell's High Rising and got deliciously into the first of the Trollope Barsetshire novels, The Warden, which I am also loving to pieces. A pity that Barsetshire is imaginary.
The transplanted Class of 2011 still looks fine -- I was able to re-pot Part II by reusing the potting soil from the two pots of cat grass. Of course, they're bulbs so they won't look terribly unhappy until it's too late, most likely. I'm still pretty surprised by all the light that's coming in my office window now that 32 hippeastrum yearlings have been reduced to six, and those six have had a crew cut.