I’m guessing this could another phase in my OCD led life. I jest, well partly I jest. Too many people over the last few years have made one too many jokes about my compulsive tendencies. I grimace inwardly, I know the real monkey that rides my back. An unwelcome companion.
If many people say something does it make it true ???? hummm
I do obsess over things. Whatever it be:-
My newest enthusiasm.
An example; Triathlon, must train for the Ironman. The list goes on.
I become a closet expert on whatever grips me in the moment.
I also know that this manic phase then deserts me, as it will do for piano.
For now I live in the mania.
I’m hopeful however that even in the low times my wish to learn the piano will remain. For this is not a recent flight of fancy. It has been an irritating thorn and unreachable itch in my life for as long as I can remember.
I tried to live this through my daughter when she was 5 encouraging her to lessons, but it was not to be. I became, by osmosis, a dab hand at Ode to Joy and Good King Wenceslas and others.
Life intervened, the piano along with her mother left for pastures new, much happened and the itch subsided.
Now 20, my daughter smiles knowingly as I state my intention to learn the piano. How long will it last I imagine her thinking.
My piano education will start with hopeful progression through Alfred’s Basic Adult All-In-One Piano Course Book 1
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Nothing quite incapacitates a man like the flu. My other half chimes “it’s not the flu” but I certainly feel influenza ridden. Entrenched in a warm living room I have not ventured far today. Physically that is. In between bouts of coughing and shivering I have sought solace in Dickens’s 






"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it."