Pwllheli, N. Wales
It rained last night.
the rain washed away the tension of last week and the anticipation of next week.
everyone in this house of music had left for Bangor, Wales earlier. It's the perfect
opportunity to play the fortessimo octave progressions in Saint-Saens' piano concerto
number two. But, instead of practising, I decided to work on my Web site.
downloading the photos from my borrowed digital camera, I went into a trance-like
ritual of opening and editing them in Adobe Photoshop. Each photo brought back
memories - my father's visit, concerts, the beach, etc. With each act of opening,
adjusting the colour balance, resizing, saving for the Web, and closing the file,
my right thumb and wrist ached a little more than before. Two hours and two dozen
photos later, my right hand cried out in pain.
Not having touched my laptop
for two weeks, I have forgotten how addictive it is. Despite the mysterious crack
which appeared last week, the computer still worked. However, I've forgotten how
to write. Perhaps updating the last two weeks of memories would give me the badly
Yet, the pain in my right hand persists. It is warning
me that maybe piano and computers don't mix. I just hope the sun comes out tomorrow
- to lure me to the beach again.
6 August 2001