Been slowing down and practicing singing triads along with the guitar. Something fresh is happening, a kinda unifying and also a discovery.
Something smooth is happening… I like it.
Our grandson turned 2 yesterday, and he had a great day. The grand daughter who is now 10 is already kinda grown up. Good to see the kids in a happy space. This family is in a better space. The dad is being “Mr. Mom” doing the day care and is taking a leave of absence from work. Financially they are fine.
Glad I mowed the lawn Monday. Today will be a heat alert. Likely will hit the gym. I’m seeing and feeling the results. My chest and arms remained pumped, but I did not do any strength training yesterday that I thought I would do. Oh-well. At this point and age I need the full rest more so I can push myself today.
I think Melonie has it right, strength will provide better endurance, and pretty much my genes are indicating I innately blessed with a high strength to weight ratio. I still eat potato chips, ice cream, and last night cake. I eat good, but I’m not really dieting to loose weight. Monday will be another weigh in, well actually Tuesday because of Labor Day.
Anyways health and fitness has become my job, and it kinda is part-time; the other half of my life is being a student of the guitar and learning it like a new language.
This also makes me think if I start reading Spanish books and reading them aloud that I will recover the fluency I once enjoyed. I spoke Spanish so well that I did not have an identifiable accent. I would be asked in Spanish in my travels, “Where are you from?” As if I were a Latino from another country.
It would be pretty easy to regain my fluency in Spanish.
BTW did you know that Cantonese, the dialect is very-very musical. Mandarin is kinda stiff like English.
I know I drive MFM nuts with my language abuse, but as a person of color that kinda is my entitlement to create language, slurs, and slang. “Maggie” went to Catholic Schools where she learned proper English, I kinda speak and write “American” and not English. When she corrects me, I say, “Don’t oppress me.”
I enjoy my freedom, it is my right to butcher English and basically speak and write “American.” Part of it was my crappy public school education.
So pretty much I see why I love Jazz, the blues, and improv. I think I’m exploring part of my lost ethnography being Cantonese. Also historically it has been the Cantonese that left China to have great multiple migrations throughout the world.
Before Nixon normalized relations with China around 1972, 95% of the Chinese in the U.S. were from one small Provence: Canton. Did you know that Canada and the U.S. had “Exclusion-Laws” to lock Chinese out and restrict any and all migration?
Did you know that Havana Cuba at one time had the biggest Chinatown in the New World?
Did you know that Chinatowns were formed because of genocide and lynchings.
Anyways, this is part of my culture, and it is not only history, but my ethnography that defines me. Don’t forget the almost 1,000 years of feudalism in Canton that existed when the rest of China was unified. I am kinda bred like a pit bull for fighting and aggression. History and survival fine tuned these traits. Part of my ethnography.
No doubt also that as China tried to restrict western incursion to Canton, that it exacerbated a separate advancement in culture and ideas. This also made Canton like NYC where it became the center of culture that concentrated the arts and intellect, as well as being a financial center. This too is in my genes; remember my mother was educated and this means I also come from what an influential family.
Out of all my siblings, I got my mother’s good looks.
My dad was a small man as far as height, but stocky. I think I got my strength genes from him. He was a brute.
So out of the five of us, it is my sister and I that could be called petite. I have narrow shoulders and have a body of an athletic high school kid that perhaps is not a man yet.
So in retirement, I’m deeply reflecting on my ethnography, where I evolved and came from. It is a very unique space, and I am embracing my culture that is not American that was submerged, eraised, and oppressed.
Cal