Early bird, or night owl? Once upon a time, from my earliest memories until about age 19 I would without a doubt say I was an early bird. However sometime during my sophomore year of college I started staying up later to get work done which made it harder to rise with the sun. All the same I can not say I ever became a night owl. I married someone who could pull off being both, getting up early while also staying up very late. Living with a person like that, along with being a piano teacher with a home studio for 19 years turned me into a solid afternoon person. That wasn't an option was it? But it is what I really am, or perhaps I am a mid day person. I would say my prime hours are about 11 am to 7pm.
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Faded yellow flowers on ancient wallpaper, a 'pineapple' walnut full sized bed with handmade quilts. A vanity with 3 mirrored panels plus a large dresser, a hope chest with black padded top. A less aged desk and chair for studying. One window with fluffy dotted Swiss curtains that looks out to the main barn. The overhead ceiling fixture has a pull chain to which extra string and a plastic "Snoopy" has been tied so I find it in the dark. There is an extension cord going out the door so I can have a desk lamp. In this Edwardian era farm house the electric outlets are limited and doors are never closed.
Yesterday I started a post with a two word sentence: “Unexpected obstacle.” That is how Edith Wharton started her novel The Reef. I was going to use the first sentence from Wharton’s The Custom of the Country but “Undine Spragg – how can you?” her mother wailed, raising a prematurely-wrinkled hand heavy with rings to defend the note which a languid “boy-boy” had just brought in.” struck me as (a) a dead give away as it states the main character’s and (b) totally unworkable as the first sentence of a blog post. Over and out for now.
What is the worst injury you have ever sustained?
Expecting a gory tale with multiple fractures and a prolonged recovery process? Sorry to disappoint. Broken Bones = 0, Stitches = 0, Concussions = probably 0, although I did fall off the back of a chair sometime before my 2nd birthday and “crack my head open” (Yep, that explains a lot!) I have, however, despite my very moderate inclination towards physical exercise had 2 or 3 bouts of annoying tendonitis. Not worth writing about – mild chronic pain is not amusing but it is also not a tale worth telling, unless you want to provide context to a fellow sufferer. Broken hearts ? = 1, or maybe 1.5, again not exciting, educational but not exciting. Injured pride = Oh yes, too many times to count. Sometime after age 45 – 50, in my case at least, one’s pride has toughened to the point where it does not injure too often any longer.
So have I lived a charmed life? On the physical injury side you might think so. I am inclined to believe it is more the result of much caution and the law of averages. Limit your risk taking and you reduce the chance of injury.
I reckon after a mostly warm and sunny November we were due for a wet and raw day. At least that is the weather here in Concord, MA. Back home in Vermont the reports are that a couple of inches of snow have fallen.