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you know you've moved too much. . .
03.25.05 (6:32 pm)   [edit]

when it takes you four times to get your current telephone # correct.  Or at least, that's what happened to me.  I like it here.  (Then again, I've like every place I've lived).  I want to work and travel overseas, but another part of me really doesn't- the part that says I have a hard enough time keeping in touch w/ the friends I have made.  Last night, I was driving towards the mountains (or are they hills?) and I could have sworn I drove right into a portal onto a street in Washington (spokane, to be exact.)  Everything about it seemed like the night Aaron and I drove around there not even 3 months ago.  Doesn't every place have something distinctive about it?  Does it all start to look the same?  I know the sky is one thing that baffles me.  I used to think that different places had different looking skies, like the tropics had gorgeous sunsets every night (thank-you, postcards)- but at least from what I've seen, that's not true.  It may be cloudy or full gray 11 times more in one city than the other, but we're all under the same sky.


I played a guitar today.  For one of the classes at the middle school, I just hang out in a guitar class, and it's fun, and great to hear, but it can get boring, so I picked up a guitar and learned some of  'America.'  I've been playing the piano rather consistently lately, but pick up notes faster from ear than printed lines- so I have some basis w/ music (besides all those years of choir- maybe I should check out a community  choir- I miss it!)  I have no idea what notes coincide w/ what strings or how it changes as the the finger-hold does.  I just played around 'til I found a place that sounded like it was the beginning- I think it was about the middle of the middle string.  For the most part, I think I skipped a space between notes- maybe they were half-notes?  Anyways, it was just the main melody- since I didn't know how the notes coincided w/ the sheet msuic, I had no idea where to start w/ the bass.  Those guitarists sure most build up their fingers, though.  I probably played for a half hour, and I was ready to call it quits for the day!

 


posted by: hopie26 (reply)
post date: 03.26.05 (10:33 am)

E- I'm in Racine for the weekend, right near Kenosha. What high school did you go to? I'm with a friend - Trina Prust - and she was wondering if she knew who you were :) Its nice weather here - low fifties and sunshine. Happy Easter!



posted by: Erin (reply)
post date: 03.26.05 (10:46 am)

That sounds wonderful, Hope!
I went to Tremper.
I wish I was home this weekend, and I wish I could see you and hang out and get one of your fabulous hugs.
Happy Easter!



posted by: SnowBird (reply)
post date: 03.29.05 (5:42 am)

I know the feeling, guitar is great, but very hard on the fingers!

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