Day One Hundred and Forty-One

After the sudden surge in visits to my blog yesterday when I posted it on my Facebook page, I realized that if more than a handful of people are going to read it, maybe I should, you know, update it a little more often. (Nothing against my first readers - you know who you are, and I know who at least some of you are, and I appreciate you very much. Just so ya know.) So today I got all inspired, and said to myself - well, I didn't say anything since I generally don't talk to myself at all, as it tends to give a bad impression. Musicians are weird enough without walking around muttering to themselves.

(Note to self: Make sure to get more than five hours of sleep before posting next blog entry.)

ANYWAY. I thought it would be fun to do Item #77, do a day-in-the-life photo essay. Since I am the only person I know who will allow me to walk around with a camera taking pictures of them all day, I figured I'd just snap pictures of everything I did today, and ta-dahh! One more item off the list!

It did not work out quite as I had planned. It turns out that the inside of a car (approximately 105 minutes in seven separate driving segments), the keyboard of a piano (120 minutes), the inside of a classroom (75 minutes), a middle-school orchestra classroom (40 minutes), a kitchen (60 minutes), and the checkbook and a calculator (25 minutes) do not make for gripping photo essays. Also, it became quickly evident that I needed to try this again in a few months, and next time I will a) use a better camera (see Item #2) and b) pick a day whose schedule is not utterly insane.

So, in the absence of a beautifully photographed and wittily captioned photo essay, I give you the latest on Item #33 (knit or crochet 20 items for the homeless). Four down, sixteen to go!



(I will probably go back at some point and photograph this spot again for Item #80 [the windows and doors photo collection]. I must have walked past this spot hundreds of times in my years as a student and on staff at the college where I work. But even with my keen eye for the hidden delights of this campus and its history dating back to the 1890's, today was the first time that I saw this remnant of a stone staircase, half-buried in the ivy by the music building. The ferns, the ivy, the moss, and the cool grey light from the overcast sky are so completely Oregon, don't you think?)