Musical Psychopations

Two of the three rooms in the honey barn are swinging into full service. Not too much of that service is my business beyond the self-satisfaction of a job well done. The remodel work is getting rave reviews from the workers who are busy kicking the newly available space into business use. GO TEAM! ! !

The third room remains unclaimed and all seem to be in agreement that we should leave it unclaimed until an actual need is identified. It is nice to have room for growth. Is it a Natural Law that unclaimed space must catch clutter? Legal mandate, or knot, it seems to happen every time and this time wasnae the exception.

On an unrelated line, I found myself getting lonesome for keyboard again. Nothing new there. I have played far more silent keyboard than connected keyboard in the past 60 years. Keyboards arenae the most portable instrument ever designed. Even the electronic designs still come with weight and complications, but the keyboard between my ears is highly portable and the cognitive links to my fingers are always connected. I havenae had much access to keyboards since the start of this project nearly 3 years ago. By some bewildering mystery, my most portable and pawnable keyboard and amp have remained more or less where I left them in the urban homestead that 3 years past. By some lesser mystery, that rig found its way here to the job site and grew into a dandy excuse to clear the clutter from the unclaimed room.

We see how the temporary use flies. Here I go, getting testy again. Testing, 1, 2, 3. . .