Short and Quiuck

The Maestro is at his lesson right now.  His lesson schedule has been a little more tricky the past month or so.   Pink and her family went on vacation for a couple of weeks, and when they got back they announced that they were moving west for a new job.  This is the first week they are permanently gone, but last week there were all sorts of packing and cleaning activities going on.

 

Hildr has been by and large coming to visit me at work, but I get tired of keeping her safe in a chemistry lab and there are only so many times I want to walk her up and down the stairs.   Last time we went to the Library.  This week Riley was having clock management problems and Hildr had recently gone down for a nap when it was time to leave for the lesson.   So, I caught the bus home, intending to work on the computer while she napped.  She changed her mind about the nap, so I am writing this off and on while she plays in her silky blanket and jumps onto a beanbag "pool" and yells "Splash!"

 

This week certainly hasn't been an ideal cello week.  I only know of one cello practice that The Maestro had since his last lesson.   Granted, they don't always tell me about their cello practices, but Riley has spent a lot of time this week primping our house and I don't imagine a lot of cello practices went on.   Last night about 10:00, a For Sale sign went up in our front yard.  Now we can mostly stop worrying about getting last minute things done and start worrying about being logged onto the internet when someone might call, and keeping everything neat in case someone wants to stop in for a look.   We'll see how much room cello gets this week.

 

Last week, The Maestro came home from his lesson in a pretty good mood.  It seems like the approach of having Hildegard play a request as a reward when The Maestro demonstrates some technique is still working.   Last week he came home all excited about learning the "Telly-and-Terra" as one of his rewards.

 

On another musical note, this week The Maestro renewed his interest in conducting.  Saturday and Sunday both he got dressed up in his conducting uniform – a black suit jacket with vest and black dress pants.   He then set himself up on a small folding chair to conduct whatever he happens to be listening to.  This was nice for me on Sunday because he had wanted to conduct in the morning, and I didn't have to get him dressed for church because he could wear his conductor's outfit.   The jacket is getting a little small but if he doesn't care, I don't care.

 

This week I had a couple of ideas for Christmas presents.  He doesn't have a music stand and I think he would dearly love one.   Also, a real conductor's baton shouldn't be too expensive.  He would like that better than conducting with a drum stick or some other stick that he can find.

 

Update:

Somehow we dropped an hour from our day.  Riley and The Maestro got back from his lesson about an hour before the time I usually get home from work.   I had started dinner, and people were hungry, so we ate.  As dinner ended it became apparent that dinner should be followed by baths and bed for everyone, just like a normal night.   The Maestro was in bed by six o'clock and none too soon.  I'm not sure what happened, but he was seriously frayed.  

 

When he got home I asked him how his lesson went, and he told me it was "Quick and short."  Apparently he also learned about tunnel fingers, so you can finger on the D string without mashing the A string also, but he wasn't so interested in showing me how that works.