Painting. Piano and Pistachio nuts. That was my day yesterday.
I didn'tpaint. Gave those damn mice a rest. Instead I played my piano.
I sat down on the cold bench I hadn't sat on in months and my performance sucked. I could only remember parts of pieces and my ring fingers had turned back to jello. It was very obvious that I've been concentrating too much on other things and neglecting my beloved, Beethoven. I vowed to work him back in.
The piano is like my bike. It's exercise equipment. Strong fingers and strong knees are the key to untwisting twist-ems and climbing stairs.
After practicing an hour, I effortlessly untwisted the twist-em on the bag of pistachios and polished them off. I guess a side effect of the shingle shot is a serious craving for salted nuts? Of all of the nuts out there, pistachios are the best. My watercolor effort is proof. It's one of the better paintings I did this year--if not in technique, in meaning. I love these things. They come with benefits. High in fiber, they're a laxative. According to Dr. Oz, a handful a day keeps you on track. He wasn't just kidding. Ladies, you want that little black dress to fit for the holidays: pistachio nuts. A handful will do ya unbloated and svelt.