I’ve not said much lately. I’ve had problems whch may ot may not be due to anaemia; have yet to find that out. But I have been working. ‘The Playful Bow’ os on the slipway, just needs fitting ut and its ready for launch. Also, I am putting together a thing called ‘Through Green Fields And Meadows’, which is all the songs I ever knew or half-knew or really wanted to know, as I sing them, all in one place, with (this is really ambitious for a man in my current state) commentaries on each one, and an extra chapter about what I think traditional singing is.
On top of that, I have been able to arrange my little room in such a way that from my overworked swivel chair, I can work at my writing and reasearch, and practise both the fiddle and the harp – yes, the harp – in comfort. I’ve been wanting for a long time to be in a space where I could set my harp up and practise it in comfort, and now I can. I’m hoping this means that eventually I’ll be able to play the damn thing. It’s a beautiful instrument which fills the musical gaps in my life which not even the fiddle, as joyous as it is, can fill.
I’ve been working at my blog as well. Not many people respond to it as yet, but then it’s early days. It needs tweaking technically and I need to be more various in my themes. Nevertheless it’s a great outlet. And it all compensates for my present inability, I hope temporary, to get away from this building: I can’t even get to the garden at the moment it’s so tiring to walk.
But never mind: I can move freely in my flat if nowhere else, and I still have the use of my hands and my head. As some-one once told me – I think it was me in fact – if you can’t do what you want, then do what you can. This is me, doing what I can.