Oh, the doing and undoing

Alas, my prescience has once more come to haunt me.

Not that it happens often, mind you. You can count on the suckers of one tentacle the number of times I've been right about things recently. But I can always count on my procrastinating nature to take its rightful course. In other words, I apologise to the void for my long absence. Hello void! I do hope you haven't missed me too much.

Often, in the past few months when I have been struggling with my thesis (All You Never Wanted To Know About Birdsong and Modern Music, although my supervisor wouldn't let me call it that) I have come across ever-present examples of the unusual, the macabre, the whimsical, which would have fitted beautifully here. And of course I can remember none of them. But I am soon to be a free entity, so perhaps Blogging will not go the way of International Funny Hat Week or the Sydney Feuilletonists' Society. Perhaps I may even be inspired to resurrect these as well!

In the meantime, here are my current plans for the next few months. In a spirit of wild and useless enthusiasm, I intend to do the following:

1. Learn French.
2. Polish my German.
3. Get to grips with Latin.
4. Learn to recognise herbs by sight, smell, and taste (rather than by label)
5. Learn to cook - or at least to extend my range beyond biscotti and impossible pie.
6. Resurrect my neglected correspondance.
7. Ditto my neglected friends.
8. Read. Read anything that isn't tied down. So much to catch up on!
9. Practise. Get my piano tuned and give it a run for its money!
10. Write something. Write anything. Who knows?


Today's heading comes from the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta The Yeomen of the Guard, quite a wonderful work which up until yesterday I was playing for. The number in question is a nice, winding quartet... and in D flat, which helps matters!