Last evening, after returning from my second fun run of the week—I sat at the keyboard and once again attempted one of my favorite Paul Simon songs.
I finally admitted it’s too complex for my fingers and brain. (Also, the songbook is overdue at the library.)
The run, during which the two much more athletic men who showed up kindly reduced their pace and distance so we could all chat, was actually fun. I guess I learned to give myself a break, just like they did.
Never mind that my husband is always telling me to do the same thing. When I play “Hey Jude,” he quotes the line, “Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.”
By the way, I got an automatic renewal on the other songbook I’d checked out, so I’m still plugging away at Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” (I’m up to “Spare him his life from this monstrosity.”)