Wednesday, January 1, 2020

tick, tock, tick.

Tick, it's 2019. Tock, it's 2020. Not that I have any ticking clocks working in the house. All of my analog-face watches need new batteries.

I finished considerably fewer text-only books than 2018: 59, vs. 97. I read a lot of comics, but really I was watching TV and movies. I think that, among other things, this actually reflects a wider engagement at work, leaving me with less energy for complex intellectual stuff outside of work.

I dug into musicianship even more. I went to Fiddle Tunes over the summer, which wasn't really restful at all, but I am a much better violinist now. And I got to hang out with my beloved old friends.

I finally sent my first violin off to a new home as a viola in the grade-school orchestra. The remaining musical instrument population at the end of the year:

  1. nice rental violin (what I usually play)
  2. electric violin
  3. travel violin
  4. regular mandolin
  5. solid-body electric mandolin
  6. big mandolin
  7. tenor guitar
  8. regular acoustic guitar
  9. electric guitar
As with the Kindle and ebooks, I may have discovered how many instruments I can do at once.

J is pushing 6'2", and mostly comfortable enough that I can make jokes about it. I did warn that this would happen if we fed him.

2019 had a lot of tension and uncertainty, but also a lot of hugs and music. Let's call it a wash.