Musical pottery: Week 133

Don't you just love those home schooling weeks where you accomplish absolutely nothing? Yeah, me neither. I cannot understand exactly how, but someway or other I just cannot seem to get algebra right. If I were in a regular school I'd be failed, but recall this is home school, so in the stead of being failed; I get to go back and repeat everything that I didn't get the next day. The issue comes when dad tries to teach the material several different ways and it still doesn't work, which isn't to say that he's not teaching it right; I'm just not getting it.

I haven't really left the house in a few weeks now, which I find surprising even while typing this. I'll be right right back. [twenty minutes later]-- Sorry, I had to thwart the rabid living-room dust bunnies.

anyway: I don't understand it, but it's almost as if I'm ok with not having physical friends (which is kind of scary... well it is for me...). I don't know what changed, because even last year, I was like ravenously searching for friends to be had, I was almost willing to befriend anyone. It just seem a little weird(er) for me that's all. Actually, come to think of it; I have even turned down opportunities to meet other people here. What's wrong with me?

My little brothers have been very interested in my L.A.R.P. games recently. Not that my games were ever that good. They asked me to revive the game Mystic (again), which is more work than I think they realize, but I think I will revive it though; it will give me something to get my mind off of how terrible I feel about school. I never knew the original premise, but as near as I can tell it was something to the affect of "An evil sorcerer, The lord of the Dark Woods sought to take over, or destroy something, and the only one who can stand in his way is the leader of a small band of traveling warriors." something like that. My versions never stayed very close to the original, mostly because I never knew enough about the first story line. So I'll be writing a reboot for that soon (hopefully the next few weeks).

 Bole escaped again a couple days ago, but I have had it. I'm not going to look for him this time. I'm not going to check the gate to see if he's returned; I won't even open the gate for him if he Does return. The most I'll have to do with him is: if I see him again, I'm going to take back the collar that he escaped with. That's it. Nothing more. Hopefully my dad will be able to find a good boerbole puppy to replace him. =======>
There is a part of me that from time to time I feel sad for Buster, because even last night he and Bole were barking at each other. Buster's voice was so mournful (and he doesn't always sound like that). Bole wasn't here BTW, he was a block away, but still, I feel bad for Buster. he really deserved a better brother. It isn't quite fair that Bole hurts Buster like this, but what can you do?

And now for the namesake of this post. I have been practicing my ocarinas a LOT lately, almost incessantly. I have also been practicing my other instruments, but there is something about the sound of the ocarina that is almost mesmerizing, sweeter than a silver flute, colder than a recorder; it's like the musical personification of the first snow day.

Something like the musical equivalent to maple-candy. If you've ever heard one played well (sorry Ryan, that excludes my playing) you'll know what I mean. So dream like.

The first time heard one, the sound of it! It was a woodwind quartet led by an Ocarina. they were playing "Greensleeves", a song born for the flute, if ever one were. I quickly fell in love with the gentle, energetic, flowing and bouncing rhythm of the music, and more than that, the instrument. Odd perhaps, but hey; that's me.