One of the things about having a birthday late in the year is that my brain tells me, “Oh, it’s 2019, you’re turning 48 this year.” By the time November rolls around, my brain has me convinced I have already been 48, so I must be turning 49.
So it doesn’t feel too early to start planning a by-the-end-of-my-50th-year bucket list. (I will think of a less morbid term.)
Play cello well. I have started. I had a realization that I had always wanted to do this, that I had picked up several instruments and still wanted to do this, and that there was no reason not to be doing this. I wrote “cello by 50” on my office whiteboard and rented a 3/4 cello. I still need a small scale, just like when I was 8 and we couldn’t locate one. I bought an electric soon after. I have great days when I can tackle some Shostakovich, and I have days when I wonder if I should have stuck with the Suzuki book. I have had a few lessons; neither my teacher nor I have great availability, and I have a perilous lack of music theory knowledge. I’ve just written to contact another teacher, in hopes of having a more regular schedule.
Take a class at Pilchuck.
Be in England for Guy Fawke’s Day in 2021… which happens to be my birthday.