I have developed a problem with my right eye. It could be serious, so I am getting it checked out but everything I was doing this weekend I have had to cancel. It could be serious So I am in a bit of a state. So all thoughts and prayers appreciated at present. But there is always a new tune, so here it is. Violin with a slight west Africa vibe world tune, sort of.
In other news. Who am I kidding, there is no other news. Funny how things you take for granted can throw you off course. Diana Stones Diary aged 66 years and 9 months. Gosh that looks old in writing. So I am a bit off my game at present, to put it mildly. I am trying to keep calm and carry on but its difficult. Autumns on the way.
A brief flash of nostalgia hit me today again and slightly floored me. I supposed though it would be a sad life if memories did not have the power to move us like this.
“A madeleine de Proust is an expression used to describe smells, tastes, sounds or any sensations reminding you of your childhood or simply bringing back emotional memories from a long time ago. You may for example hear someone say: Le parfum de la lavande, c’est ma madeleine de Proust.”
As these things are prone to do with too much introspection when it sinks its claws in you. A couple of upcoming events fill me with mild trepidation I do confess to though. I am from a worrier not a warrior clan. I wait for the next bump in the road or trip hazard It can kill spontaneity some what. That’s just the way it is. Its been a gloomy early autumn Sunday and I am feeling it. I have been working on a new tune I am recording and also practicing stuff for a gig next weekend, but I cant say its been the most productive of days though really. Chatting on messenger, and wasting time. But where would we be without friends? Wealthier perhaps. Only joking and yet….
My car returned from its MOT and service intact as far as I can tell, hopefully it will endure if treated with respect. There are no certainty’s it seems though there are probability’s. So only a brief report today. Mind how you go.
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