Blue-Footed Musings

One of the first things I’m going to do when this pandemic is over, right after cutting my hair short, will be to get my piano tuned. Before the pandemic I had already put the tuning off several times, simply because the house was a mess and I was embarrassed. Then the pandemic made it so that we didn’t want a stranger breathing our air. The end result is that my beautiful grand piano is out of tune to a degree that even I, who grew up playing on a perpetually untuned and untunable spinet, notice. It’s inadvisable to leave a piano out of tune for a long time, because it might relax into the lower tension and forever want to stay that way. But perhaps the piano and I won’t have to wait too much longer, now that there are several working vaccines on the horizon. Let us hope so (and for many reasons other than the tuning of my piano, obviously).

If back in the aughts Hollywood had asked me if we needed another “Pride and Prejudice” film adaptation, I would have told them not to bother. The 1995 BBC miniseries was perfection. I’d have said no other P&Ps were needed or wanted, thank you very much.

So it’s just as well they didn’t ask me, because the 2005 “Pride & Prejudice” is also a delight. I don’t know how it turned out that way. Keira Knightley as Elizabeth? Donald Sutherland as her father? And who is this Matthew Macfadyen guy to play Mr. Darcy? I never would have thought they’d carry it off, but they did. I watched the film again tonight and was surprised anew by how good it is.

I might have accidentally binge-watched all of “Dash & Lily” tonight. Or perhaps it was on purpose. It seems like something I’d do. Either way I make no apologies.

I worked all day, at the expense of other things. So it must be, until my work project is done. I also spent some time in the evening coloring with Marshall (he on a picture of sharks, me on a picture of seahorses). And just before bedtime, I wrote a few more words for my novel. I am determined to finish it. Good or bad be damned. Finished is all I care about now.

I believe that sometimes the events of our lives carry messages with them and that it’s important to listen to those messages. Whether Someone or Something is behind the messages or whether they’re simply random learning opportunities is, of course, the subject of great debate. I don’t know the answer to that question, and for most practical purposes it doesn’t matter. But just in case there is a power directing the messages, I just want to say in response to the latest one, “Heard, understood, and acknowledged.”