Candor Creek

Another musician on drugs. It's kinda amazing what can happen when you're on (and adjusting) proper medication and are working with a competent and caring psych team that is capable of putting up with your extensive medical issues. I'm aware that most of the people reading this probably don't know that I have any musical hobbies at all save being a proud alto - but my musical inclinations were early and strong. One of my earlier memories is being just under five and figuring out the interlude to "Fool on the Hill" on the little blue recorder I had gotten at Disneyland that day. I grew up in a singing family where we'd put on the tunes and harmonize: Mom took the alto part, my sister took soprano, and I took/figured out the third part. It turned out I had perfect pitch and subsequently taught myself several instruments by ear - none well, but I had good starts. I started writing four part harmonies by high school. I unfortunately learned that these...

Not for show. I did a thing tonight. Despite the PMDD it was a really good brain day today. I was a particularly ineffective shepherd yesterday due to the afforementioned mood instability, so I decided that the only reason I'd leave the apartment today was to do lovely things with Summer. She and I went to a park and geocached, then visited our fave pet supply store for a Big Treat. She's halfway through a deep brush. We even got her license sorted for the year. All of this is pretty amazing on it's own, but the fact that I got the guitar out on top of that is unprecedented. I actually haven't played for ten years and I certainly haven't played after accidentally driving a knife into my hand while manic and doing sonething stupid in the kitchen. That little stint required surgery and, after fixing two severed ligaments and two severed nerves, I was left with near-normal movement but permanent nerve damage and some grip weakness. The good news: it should not...