My 3 days of leave have been wonderful.
I’ve been practicing Mozart’s Sonata in C K.545 and improving each day. “XX/XX/1994″ – 15 years have flown by since I was forced to practice classical arrangements by the great composers. I used to practice grudgingly once a week… and each practice was perfectly timed: just one-hour before piano lessons. Today, I’m practicing because I’m rebuked by what Lady Catherine said to Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice “… no excellence in music is to be acquired without constant practice… she will never play really well unless she practices more…” – Jane Austen.
One Hundred Years of Solitude… my impression so far? The Buendias are a messed up family. I’m soldiering on to read this book to the end… there must be something great about this book that I’m missing. It won the Nobel Prize for Literature, was featured in Oprah’s Book Club and PY’s friend wrote an entire thesis on this. Meanwhile, I’m learning new words in this book that was translated from Spanish to English. Effrontery. Intransigence. Punctilious. Emissary. Whoever you are who is reading this… please don’t laugh at my weak vocabulary. I may be out of school but I’m still learning. Or, as a certain Miss Low would say, I’m learning steel.
Each night this week after washing the dishes at Youth Conference, it has been my joy to end the day with an adorable 2-year old who would hold a toy duck in his hand and say “waack waack”. Playing with him has been one of the highlights of my day. So far, my 2 year old friend has given me his kiss of approval and a voluntary “buh-bai”.
