Musing

I'm still not convinced that anyone is actually going to look at this little blog and if that is the case I am ok with that. Last weekend a friend was giving me tips on what to blog about. For example he thought that having tea with my two year old daughter and her Yoda doll would be of interest. So I guess I will just write sometimes and if any are inclined to read it then they will get maybe a glimpse into my strange small world. That being said, I thought I would ramble a bit about Dexter my cello. (I failed to mention earlier that I like to name precious inanimate objects after some favorite character. If you can name the reference you get a prize!) Anyway, I was in the car last week listening to "Drink the night away" by Romantica, which is a great song. Mid song the strings come in and it choked me up a bit. I realized that though Dexter is neglected he is representative of hundreds of hours of my life. Most of those hours were very hard work, but also so joyful. I truly believe that no endeavor to expand your world and your mind is worthless. Even if nothing else comes of it but the experience. Almost every time I hear a cello anytime, anywhere it takes me into that part of myself, that experience of learning and working and getting to a place where I could make something beautiful. I still have this skill now, laying dormant just waiting for a reawakening. Whether or not that ever comes is maybe not the point. I have those cello related treasures stored away, and it was worth it. It will be a part of me the rest of my life.