Monday, February 10, 2014
Two random photos of the littlies for the Worcester side of the family, who look at the blog for this reason alone. Isn't Grandson getting grown-up? At church creche on Sunday, the helper, who was getting things out of the cupboard, said to him, "What kind of toys do you like?" and he replied, "All the toys with four wheels." Which is very true and shows an impressive degree of self-knowledge for a boy of two and a half.
Granddaughter is now crawling in earnest. Her brother is remarkably - though not totally - patient with her as she scrambles along towards his precious vehicles. He has been heard to say firmly, "[Granddaughter] wants to sit on the sofa." Alas, she really doesn't. She wants to handle everything in sight, including his toys.
One of the good things about spring (I'm choosing to regard this as spring, even though it's only February) is that picking a few flowers and putting them in a tiny vase is an excellent procrastination device when I've got fed up with my piano practice and theory. I'm only on Grade 3 theory and I find even this quite challenging in bits. Heaven knows what Grade 8 is like. I can confidently say that I shall never find out.
What with that and trying to learn Mozart's Requiem for one choir; and Handel's Dettingen Te Deum and Bach's Magnificat in D (which is wonderful but HARD) for the other... . Too much of my time is being spent on music. I need some extra days in the week.
Talking of procrastination - piano lesson tomorrow and I need to do some more practice. I find even my easy little tunes quite difficult though (who knew?) practice does help. I just hope that all this effort is warding off dementia or making me a better person or something because it's not making me thinner, younger or richer and it's certainly not making me into a brilliant musician.