Rebirth

As I age, I really get why the early Christians stole the pagan festivals of rebirth and slated the resurrection as a Spring holiday. I took a lengthy hike on the C&O canal towpath yesterday, and today I hiked on a trail in Rock Creek Park, all in between doing a lot of free lance work for Uber that will go toward a down payment on a decent cello for TG. We've had an economy model on rental, and just upgraded (the day after her last sleep walking/hearing stuff episode, which scared me skinny, which ain't easy to do, so what did I do in the wake of that: splurged on my girl with a cello upgrade) to a "standard" rental, full-size. The nice cello rental guy at Brobst Violins (or an equivalent store) said he had never rented a full-size cello to a ten-year old before. TG is continuing for her third year of cello next year (She can play Pachelbel's Canon! She can play Ode to Joy!) and since, while she's not the next Yo Yo Ma, her Mama thinks she's pretty nifty, it's time to start saving for a purchase.

But this weekend was a recuperative weekend (I didn't sleep much last week) and the great weather and budding everything really did help. Also, TG is just blooming, so while I will remain vigilent, I'm not going to overthink or worry. Easier said than done.

But that goal is more easily achieved after nice walks in the Spring foliage. Just the smell gets me feeling better.