Too little to late

They have changed somethings with the formate of this blog. When I down loaded the picture, all I see is a jumble of letters and numbers, so I hope you all see the picture it is supposed to be. Anyway, when the picture dried, I saw that I needed to add more yellow to the water. When I looked at the picture of the sunset I took, the water was very yellow and the sky quite orange, actually. So back to the easel.

Last night, I went to a very ritzy area to go to a private concert at a friend's friend's home. We stopped at the guard booth to get checked in. Julie's friend had to have given out names to him prior to our arrival. It took about ten minutes for him to check Julie out, after inputing her license into the system. Really, how threatening did four elderly women all dressed up look to the guy, anyway? We had difficulty finding the house in the dark and ended up wandering around knocking on doors to find the right house. How countrybumpkin of us, really. But, we were eventually found and enjoyed a delightful Celtic concert of a Celtic harp and flute, guitar by the visiting performers. The huge home had a huge lanai with a huge pool. The owner had two harps of her own and two pianos in the house. I was truly out of my element.

Yet, I didn't covet any of what they had. However, I was jealous of one thing; their musical talents. I watched the woman's fingers play across the harp and listened to the man play, not only three different flutes, but a fiddle and a guitar. Why couldn't I have had talent like that? As much as I enjoy music, why didn't I have the opportunity to master a harp or a guitar?

I guess it is a matter of too little effort too late in the game. Maybe in my next life. Or I could take up harp in heaven!