Since starting to write a blog I’ve made new year’s resolutions, something I’d never done in my life before. They are normally specific and reasonably purposeful, intended to be enjoyable but to take a certain effort. This year, I’m not sure I’m going to. I’m rather inclined to just hang about and see what happens.
I do rather hope music happens, however. I was listening to a Reicha clarinet quintet CD yesterday while cooking today’s lunch, and the second piece played turned out to be Mozart’s clarinet quintet. I was quite distressed to remember that I used to play that, not entirely badly, but now would run out of breath after five minutes, even if I could manage the fingerwork, which I couldn’t. I piled on the agony by playing various other CDs of clarinet music I used to play. Yes, I could do it again. To start with, I’d have to practise every day until my lips could cope with a couple of hours-worth, and then keep that going for a few weeks as I built up memory and technique again. After that, two or three hours a week would keep me going nicely unless I wanted to learn anything tricky, in which case I’d need lessons as well. And people to play with. Not sure I can see it happening. I’d like it to, but I’m not promising myself anything.
I’d also like to learn the basics, at any rate, of playing the guitar. I’ve been helping with school music lessons for more than two years now and I still haven’t picked one up. I’m a very slow starter and teenagers are quick at picking up basics. Ro has left his guitar behind, I might ask him if I might give it a try. Once I do get started (I have to understand it before I can start to remember it) I would be much more useful. I’ve no inclination to take lessons there, however. I know there’s no likelihood of getting past the basics, nor even much wish to.
There’s the wall to finish of course and a new hip to welcome and much more walking to be done (although if I did much less I would be entirely sedentary). But they aren’t resolutions, although they involve resolve.
I’d rather like to think that the year might bring a puppy into the household at some point -Weeza thinks that Tilly would cope – indeed, she likes babies, although human babies aren’t as boisterous as canine ones.
But I’ll just drift on and be quite interested to see what happens. Maybe I should try to surprise myself?