a day in the life of piano monkey

vincent (v gogh)'s chair, with his pipe holidays are difficult, arent they? not that they are innately difficult, but the idea of celebration and importance of the occasions themselves can lend headaches and heartaches aplenty. as im on the all-time-consuming duty of lazing by the fire and eating silly things, i have time in my head. and lots of things swim around it. we favour tradition during these times, and tradition, inevitably highlights changes. some changes are great. some, not so much. in fact, im certain it's the heartaches that stays with us longer.  lost things, lost people. times gone by and things that will never be. and no longer be. news of births and celebrations are welcomed highly, but there are also news of unhappiness. slow news. fast news. no longer a news but a fresh heartbreak. all kinds, just like fruitcake bits. looking at social media pictures and postings, i realize that this is THE time to be happy. and that many of us will be

sunlight in empty room, 1963, edward hopper, oil on canvas https://youtu.be/x4gXCsdFlbU apparently this november was the darkest (least sunlight) november recorded in toronto. but today, it's all sunshine. the buildings are puffing continuous cloud (finally proper cold again), and the sky is pale blue with light gold tinge to it. things have shadows and it is glorious to lay in bed with sun stroking my hair. im supposed to be working at home, but i really just cant. this is really gorgeous. i guess the sun will start to set early enought (440pm), to arrive at dusk for 513pm. so may be it is okay to noodle and in sunshine. my first instrument of choice was the oboe. (i wasnt given one, HAHA) mom and i gather i couldnt be older than 3 (remembering things that were in the room in my memory).  i was sitting on patch of sunlight in our old old house in seoul.  we lived near the airport, so seeing the contrail (i still love them and their amazing arc) was quite normal. that day, in