Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Choo-choos and things
This is the hall where we sang on Sunday. There was an audience by the evening, you understand. My photo was taken at the rehearsal. I've sung in it a few times now, starting with school concerts when I was, I suppose, 12. Hmm. Nearly 50 years ago.
I giggled a bit at the variety of comments about my piano wails. Gina may well be right that I should give up, but I want to be able to play the piano. And I can play it to some extent, which is enough to make me feel what it would be like to be better at it. It's just remarkably hard to coordinate the two hands while reading two lines of music and thinking about the dynamics as well. Sometimes I can do it.
But then if I couldn't read words and someone described reading - being able to recognise thousands of words very quickly - I would think that was impossible. And I'm really good at it! I suppose it took me a few years to become fluent and fast.
We took Grandson to the bit of the museum which has trains. He was VERY interested.
Mr Life pointed out the salient features of this engine. Grandson seemed amazed at its size.
There were buttons to press to make wheels go round - handily at Grandson level. Here he is, pressing away.
How lovely to be one and a half, when the world is so full of a number of things and you can assume that everyone adores you.