Things come and go. Sometimes I feel like playing, sometimes not. The lure of the plot is getting stronger as the evenings lengthen, and I have an ever increasing list of things I'd like to knit or sew.
I listen over and over to John Macmillan in the car. Sometimes I can hear him, hum him, sometimes not. Generally hearing coincides with being at work, not hearing with being at home. So I struggle on with dots. The first and second parts are there, and part three is coming.
Braemar Gathering is better if I stop fussing about gracing. Sometimes they appear, othertimes not.
I listen to Sealbh. Some things in life are constant.
Ramblings of an easily distracted learner piper
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