Oil spill? Really? Is that the best you can do?

Thanks for your sympathies for my anxious hours after my email and credit card were hacked. So far the fraudulent charge made on my card (for a 3D printer, to be delivered I know not where) is still “pending,” but I’m hoping it will be resolved soon. Today is a better day, but I can’t bear the news. It’s horrible; it fills me with impotent rage. I have spent the day working on a piano piece. 

If I tell you the piano piece is a Liszt transcription of a Beethoven symphony, you will think I am mad, after only a year and half of lessons, to think I can play any part of it. However it starts off fairly simply, and I can manage the first two pages. For the rest, I’m able to follow along with the sheet music while listening to Glenn Gould play it, and I might be able to manage a few more (less spectacular) pages of it if I spend the rest of my life trying. Page of music as an Extra, for those of you who read music.

I went out in the rain to buy a snack for Eliana and Sue, if they come to my place tomorrow, which might happen. That’s when I saw this spectacular oil spill on the wet pavement. Prettiest thing I saw today. I know, sort of a low bar for beauty, but it’s all I have today.