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Yay
Last night I had a breakthrough in my quest to become a snowboarder. Yep, I learned how to turn in *BOTH* directions.

Before last night I could only make the transition from toe edge to heel edge, thereby turning to the right. Last night I figured out the correct combination of balance, speed and edges to turn back onto my toe edge.

Where previosly, I had been digging my toe edge into the downward slope and face planting with excessive force, I am now zooooming down the mountain at breakneck speeds, turning and switching and laughing ... and face planting with even more excessive force, thanks to said speed. In fact, I managed to do a remarkable impression of a windmill during one spill. I did three complete rotations of the board before I managed to come to a stop. I was laughing despite the fact that it was DAMN PAINFULL. I mean, hell, I would have paid good money to see someone do that.

Still, progress is being made. I am no longer regulated to the bunny slopes. One of these days I might even figure out how to break without either going sideways or falling on my butt.

Next trick to master - not falling down. Ref. Gravity Displacer.

If you've never heard that silence, its a god awful sound

For the last few years, my life has been lacking music. Oh, I have plenty of CDs and can sometimes even be caught listening to them. I mean creative music. Music that I can feel going through me. Music that I'm part of and am taking a part of by creating. I miss playing an instrument.

( musical history, not necessary for most readers )

I find myself missing it desperately. I have an odds and ends collection of wind instruments ranging from penny whistles to a bassoon. I have a lap harp that is still missing its upper G string. I have access to the Boy's guitar, though I was never very good with those things.

Sometimes I get them out and fiddle with them and squeak and strum and be depressed. I want to create music again. I want to be able to sit down with confidence with a sheet of music and PLAY. Not spend an hour picking out fingerings only to find that my lips have given out before I can play the piece. I want to be able to set aside a certain time each week to practice and regain those lost skills.

I'm being silly. I don't have time for my art or for sewing or for half a dozen things I used to do and want to do more of and desperately squeeze in where ever I can. I don't have time to retrain myself in music. But I wish I did.

If you hear squawking coming from the spare bedroom, please ignore it. Its just the last dying gasps of an old hobby that won't let go.