Sylvia's Journal

It’s interesting to play with someone who cannot read music – it is as if Axel and I come to a piece of music through two very different doors. I use words like ‘rests,’ and beats (and use a metronome), but Axel plays the guitar looking for letters that correspond to chords, that he can do fast or slow as he pleases, and keeping time on his own, not having to wait for a fiddle to lead or catch up or give him his cues. Synchronizing my fiddle tune with his chords is turning to be a challenge. Thanks to my meditation teacher who talks about kindness and gratitude, I am cool about our attempts at marital harmony. I figure that if we try to practice at least 10 to 15 minutes each that, we should be able to produce something that maybe nice to listen to, once we can all come out of the woodwork.

We have been back from DC for over 2 weeks. Although our kids, at the time, had a better sense of how irresponsible we were, something we realized later, I am happy to say that we neither contaminated anyone in DC nor were we contaminated. Now it’s up to what we let into our house.

I remember some time ago (pre-COVID19) mentioning to Axel that the good thing about getting older was that weeks went by faster. Having made the final arrangements for our 40^th wedding anniversary months and months before the actual event (April 24), I liked it that the weeks went by so fast – soon we’d all be in Holland celebrating. We would have left in 2 weeks. Instead I am now trying to figure out how to get my miles and some of the hefty cancellation fees back. I remain happy about time passing so quickly – I see spring, then summer on the horizon, and hopefully the end of virulence of COVID19 so we can hug our kids and grandkids again.