Life of Wry

The only pictures I took today were the ones I’m taking of my face each day while on Efudex and they’re gross and never going to be posted.  I may write later about this Efudex experience, but I’m not likely to post pictures, even as the effects subside and I sort of return to normal.

So, no great pictures from today… instead, I’m posting this ho hum sunset from three weeks ago. I was downtown when I took this, and noticed people stopping all over and whipping out their phones to get photos.  It was spectacular enough that I saw multiple versions posted on Facebook from friends in Davis who were all witnessing it simultaneously.  It was great in all directions; seemed the heavens were on fire.

Appropriately, then, as I write this, I’m also listening to Peter tease out the melody and chords for Stairway to Heaven.  He’s been working on it for a few days and it’s sounding fabulous, just like Led Zeppelin themselves.  He’s not a prodigy, but he does have a great ear for music. This impresses me, especially since I have no musical background or talent whatsoever. Very glad he’s got it… but I’m more delighted that he’s got the interest. The years of music at Chavez and Holmes gave him an appreciation for music and, I have to say, a pretty solid foundation. He really knows stuff. He was never one to formally practice (we gave up on that), but, especially now, it’s something he does every day completely on his own: he listens to a lot of music, watches a bunch of different stuff on YouTube, and he plays–usually the piano (on which he’s had no instruction) or the sax. He does it for fun. How great is that?

Ooh, it makes me wonder.