I learned to play my cello with more flexibility, and I’m starting to be able to use just the teensiest bit of vibrato. I learned to play two movements of a (really easy) Vivaldi concerto, and a couple of string crossing exercises.
Because I’m struggling with a lot of tension while learning to play the cello, I’m much more aware of the tension I hold while playing other instruments, and being aware of that tension has made me notice tension in my students more as well, so I’m learning to be a better teacher and finding ways to help my students play with more flexibility.
I learned that THREE of my kidlets are now big enough to cook family supper themselves. Glorious! That’s 1-2-3 nights I don’t have to cook supper. Woohoo!
Having green food coloring on hand is an extremely important aspect of celebrating St. Patrick’s day. If the pancakes aren’t green at breakfast, the children revolt.
I discovered the Matinee Musicale concert series here in Duluth. I’m not sure how I missed it, but my friend invited me to a concert last week featuring several prominent members of the Minnesota Orchestra. Matinee Musicale brings world class music artists to Duluth several times throughout the year, and is a 116 year old tradition here. I will be clearing my schedule in the future, because the concert was amazing.
By chance I learned about the Ukrainian Holodomor, a man-made famine of epic and cruel proportions that killed between 2.5 and 7.5 million Ukrainians during the Stalin era. Fascinating and disturbing, and what bothered me most was that I had never even heard about it and it’s absolutely devastating consequences.
Oh the taste of fresh, local milk in glass bottles! My neighbor up the street forgot to cancel her milk order from a local dairy before she leaving for an extended vacation, which meant that she brought down two gallons of the most amazing milk yesterday. I can’t stop drinking it! I love milk. I’m a milk drinker. If I had the opportunity to drink that kind of milk every day, we’d be in trouble. There is no bitter taste. There is no plastic or cardboard taste. It’s truly divine.
I learned how to vacuum shards of a broken piano lightbulb out of my coat pocket. Don’t even ask.
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