Above: Some of the foods I went overboard eating this week.
Well, you might recall my hefty weight loss just after my return home from Portugal, but since then I’ve fallen off the fitness and weight loss program. I’m glad, however, that I continue to write these updates. Continue reading
At six years old, I was told I was “gabby.” I asked my mom what that meant. I scratched my head.
At college, a professor wrote that I was “too wordy.” What possibly could I cut out?
At 26, my husband said I talked too much. Why in the world?
At 32, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. A bipolar manic symptom is “talking too much, too fast.” Who, me?
At a certain online forum I was accused to suffer from “hypergraphia.” I laughed.
At the present time, I feel proud of myself, sending a writing sample required not to exceed 700 words. I cut it down from 1,200 words to 690.
This is my first attempt at minimal writing.
Several months ago, my husband and I received the annual music program from the local university in my town. We are very lucky that we live in a town with a university that attracts some of the best classical musicians and other artists in the world. This year the main focus was on Beethoven String Quartets, played by the Takács Quartet. The last of the performances focused on his later string quartets including the well-known Grosse Fuge Op. 133. Just imagine Beethoven at this time in 1825, already deaf, but music playing on and on in his genius head. Imagine him walking down the streets of Vienna talking to himself and humming the music, even conducting as he went along. Continue reading
Bird Flight 