A bandwagon?

Someone commented on facebook today about joining the bandwagon by sharing diseases and syndromes on facebook.
I am neither proud nor ashamed of who I am. I tend to be vocal so that a: I am not misunderstood b: to raise awareness of us older ones that the system forgets and c: to share information with similar people who might find it useful.
I will speak to that person the next time I see them.

Yesterday

I went to the pub at about 7.15pm. I didn't feel at all like talking. Except for the last half hour I sat outside all night, popping in occasionally to have a go on the keyboard. I think it's going to be like that for a while, as the place seems quite strange and empty now. I haven't gone to pieces though. Three months ago I would have.
During the course of the evening a friend turned up, and she sat with me for a while. Later on my friend from uni's brother arrived with his partner and a friend. It was lovely to see them.

Memory lane

The baroque ensemble from Italy who contacted me play the same repertoire that my harpsichord teacher's ensemble does. I remember a concert that my teacher's ensemble gave at St John's, Smith Square. The last piece was a five movement suite for solo harpsichord, each movement of which had a quasi-classical name (such as Florence Smith, her allemande).
I was expecting an allemande. Instead of that, the harpsichordist beat his instrument with alarming ferocity. The music was completely chaotic. I burst out laughing while the rest of the audience maintained their dignified sobriety and gave me dirty looks. The other movements were just as bizarre. My harpsichord teacher told me later that I was the only person who had understood it. The whole thing was a joke.

Something exciting

I follow two harpsichord groups on Facebook. I have just accepted a friend request from a world-class baroque ensemble. I have also just pinched myself to make sure I'm not still asleep.

Lost time?

I felt very tired when I was writing my last posting, so went and lay down. I shut my eyes and was irritated by the noise of car engines, seagulls, children playing, and a dog barking. I kept turning round to try and get comfortable. The next thing I remember is waking up thinking about a hilly place that I've dreamed of previously. I must have slept for an hour and a half. As I perform the second coffee and fags ceremony of the day, I feel wonderfully healed by the sleep I've just had. The brain is a remarkable organ. Even my brain is, sometimes.

Bach: Brandenburg concerto no4, second movement

I played both recorder parts once upon a time, and played extracts from the 1st movement for my University audition. Apart from that it has significance.

A second thought

I wonder If I'm dealing with my predicament so well, because I am happy with other parts of my life. I used to cope so badly before, but there was no part of my life that I was happy with then.