I’m not planning to take up any sort of artistic endeavour. This daily drawing thing is just one of my whims and it’ll pass within days. It’s just that I’ve had time on my hands this week, which has been very pleasant.
Oh darlings, I wrote a whole lot more and then the internets went down and it was all lost. Al and Dilly and the children came in and then we had dinner and then I wrote some more, and then it all went belly-up and I can’t remember it all because I was just typing. I’ll do my best…
I was musing, as I do in my Z persona, about how and why one learns something quite new in later years. A friend whose wife died when he was about 80 set out to learn to cook, very successfully. After all, he needed to feed himself. She had been an excellent cook and he wouldn’t have been too happy to rely on ready meals. He used to invite friends in for dinner: usually a casserole followed by stewed fruit, with a bottle or two of excellent wine. And I’ve written already about my 94-year-old friend who bought an iPad and has learned to email and use the internet.
The Sage’s father, on retirement, took up golf as many people do once they have time on their hands. I can’t imagine ever having quite that much time on my hands, not with the energy to spend half a day on the golf course, but plenty have.
And then there are those who take up writing, such as Mary Wesley whose books were all published when she was knocking on a bit, and there was the headteacher of the girls’ school at Southwold – her name was Ann and I’ll remember her surname in a bit – who took early retirement and cycled pretty well around the world, in stages, coming home in between major bike rides. Not that this was learning something new as such, but she certainly did something quite unexpected and very different.
Me … no, I don’t think it’s likely. If I manage to persevere with the clarinet that’ll be fine. If not, I’ll be disappointed in myself. But we do what we can and it depends on the circumstances whether one should blame oneself. For now, I just wish I could remember the point I started off wanting to make.
PS – Ann Mustoe.