nice Saturday
Maggie's off with Benjamin at Ben's baseball game-- he plays shortstop, which I'm very proud of because being assigned to the left side of the infield is what they do with the better players. I took him to his game on Thursday, and now it's her turn, while I enjoy the Saturday. I've been having some fun, doing some housework and doing some schoolwork. And, listening to the 6th Brandenberg Concerto in B-flat, I drove off to my (I think my fourth) violin lesson.
I have to say, I respond to that instrument the way I never did with guitar, which I tried for years to learn, and my violin teacher, a Bulgarian woman in her late 50s (I would guess), has been very impressed with my progress so far. (Of course, I'm a bit more motivated than some of her grade-schoolers, so I probably look better by comparison with them.)
I've long admired the violin, but always heard it's very hard to learn, and that daunted me. Funny how the older I get the less stoppable I become. I don't mean that in a bragging sense, but in the sense that other people's opinions about how hard something is, whether I'm any good or whether they think my plans are foolish matter a lot less to me than they used to. But when you're a kid your parents' opinions and choices mean so much to you that they kind of form invisible walls. That's even more the case when you're part of a close, loving family like mine.
I have to say, I respond to that instrument the way I never did with guitar, which I tried for years to learn, and my violin teacher, a Bulgarian woman in her late 50s (I would guess), has been very impressed with my progress so far. (Of course, I'm a bit more motivated than some of her grade-schoolers, so I probably look better by comparison with them.)
I've long admired the violin, but always heard it's very hard to learn, and that daunted me. Funny how the older I get the less stoppable I become. I don't mean that in a bragging sense, but in the sense that other people's opinions about how hard something is, whether I'm any good or whether they think my plans are foolish matter a lot less to me than they used to. But when you're a kid your parents' opinions and choices mean so much to you that they kind of form invisible walls. That's even more the case when you're part of a close, loving family like mine.