The peas are done now. It hit 97 degrees on Friday, and that was too much for them. They like cool weather. Gentle sun. So now I will have to watch the tomato plants grow, I guess. It just isn’t the same as peas. Tomato plants have a funny smell to them, and your hands feel chalky after you pick anything from them. I don’t know why that is.
The big event of this week was the arrival of a harpsichord in our living room. Yes, a harpsichord. Our friend, Jean Janzen, has had it sitting in her living room for years, but doesn’t use it. So when I inquired, she generously agreed to let it migrate to my living room. It needs some fixing. And tuning. I guess they always need tuning. The little manual that came with it says that Bach used to spend at least 20 minutes tuning a harpsichord every time before he played it. And I think I’m about to learn exactly what a well-tempered clavier is. There’s something about tuning certain intervals outside of smooth, and others inside of smooth, and you’re supposed to listen to the beats when you play an interval. I didn’t know there was such as thing. But now that I read about it, I can kind of hear the waves of beats when the interval isn’t in tune. Huh. And I thought you just listened to the notes while you turned the peg and tried to make them sound right.
Now I have visions of having a little baroque concert at our house. Very little, as the living room isn’t very big. The neighbor next door mentioned that she wanted to learn to play a Brandenburg concerto on her violin. I could play cello. Joseph could play recorder, maybe, and perhaps our renter, Joungmin, could play the harpsichord. She could probably tune it, too. She has perfect pitch. That probably helps.