Even the dog is passed out. . . you know it’s bad when the dog doesn’t even want to stay up with you.
Insomnia is a pain in the butt and something I wish didn’t hit me when my right index finger wasn’t super sore from knitting. I’d like to go to bed, but the idea of sleep is still something that’s over yonder, in that other room, in the darkness. . . mmmm flannel sheets.
The flannel sheets alone have slowly been convincing me that sleep is a good idea. I’m sure Bacca, the dog who would rather sleep adorably, would love to snorgle in the flannel sheets. “Snorgle” is my term for his curling up while leaving a trail of slobber/snot in his wake. It’s also full of paw stretching, chop smacking and yawns. . . which can only attribute to the slobber trail. Snorffles are what he does to your pants leg or hand and then sneezes violently. What a dog.
So this knitting thing is moving along. Slowly. I’ve knit two hats, the first is pretty much an embarrassment and the second is pretty awesome although itchy. The itch factor is all about the yarn, not all the dog hair that got knit into the hat. . . I hope. (hehehe) The current hat (#3) is full of trials and tribulations. I’m using a yarn that is way thinner than anything I’ve used before, and the needles are probably one size too big. In a few more rows I get to learn how to add in another color for a pattern. This could go extremely wrong or very right. It remains to be seen. . . And perhaps I’ll take pictures.
Speaking of pictures. I need to get back into using my camera. I did go to the Festival of Lights last Friday and I did take some pictures. Even a lens with f/ 2.8 isn’t going to be able to capture everything without a speedlight. Guess I need to learn some flash photography ASAP. . .
The violin lessons are going well. At least as well as they can considering I’m not practicing nearly enough. With all the internal beating up I do about my lack of dedication you’d think I’d improve. I’m trying really hard and it’s getting a bit easier, but some days I just can’t face those sheets of music. Hopefully the recital will go well, I’m getting more and more comfortable with my performance piece. . . now to convince my teacher I only want to play ONE piece of music, not two. I don’t think the hubs can handle much more of ‘Tis A Gift To Be Simple. I keep hearing Yo Yo Ma’s cello version in my head and my playing is just pathetic compared to that. It’s good to have a song in your head to try and play as good as, but there’s sometimes when it’s almost hurtful. You hear this beautiful song in your head and your fingers don’t hit the A or B right and things squeak and you play the D string while you’re trying to transition from A to E (how’s that happen?!?) and it just makes you want to rip your violin book to pieces, because that’s a lot cheaper than destroying the instrument. . . . but it’s your own dang fault and learning curve.
One think I will say about learning the violin — you do learn that the quality of the instrument is vital. I started out with a cheap eBay violin and student bow. . . and having a nicer instrument is an AMAZING difference. The cheaper violin setup is still playable and perfectly functional, but it is nowhere near the sound quality and balance of the nicer violin.
And I practice with headphones on. Like sound-dampening ear protection. It’s a strange sensation but my ears practically scream in pain when I practice without anything. Earplugs help, but only so far. Apparently violin players can lose about 6 dB of hearing in their left ear. . . I’ve already noticed a big difference in my ears and it’s only been 6 months. I always did have super sensitive hearing. . .
Well, the cut dog is no longer kicking and talking in his sleep, although his years are twitching quite a bit. . . so I think I shall finally hit the hay and see if I can get my butt out of bed at a decent hour.