This will be a quick post... kinda. But I couldn't keep from sharing something that happened yesterday.
All was normal yesterday afternoon. All was quiet... okay, perhaps that's not quite normal for us, but still...
The weather was beautifully warm. No coats were needed in the outdoors. The snow was silently disappearing into little puddles, then soaking down into the earth to make two of the things that adults hate with the passion: slush and mud. Mom had gone out to get a few groceries for supper and everyone was inside after spending some time out of doors playing.
The peaceful calm was suddenly disrupted by Mother's voice ringing through the house.
My "dreary" part of the year is mid-January till mid-March. So now I'm right in the middle of what is usually the dreariest part of the year.
But, notice, that I said usually.
This year has had NO dreary parts so far, which is great!!! This month has been busy and will only be getting busier. My latest adventure was a three-day-two-night vacation with my family to a place I've been going to since I was eight years old.
That has always been my philosophy with special music pieces: practice the song till you're one step away from hating it. Thankfully, I've never gotten to the point of hating a piece because of practicing it too much... but, I've gotten close. :-) When I was still taking piano lessons, nothing would throw me off more than having to play at a recital after not getting enough practice time to feel fully prepared for the big performance. My stomach would twist, my palms would sweat, and my heart would beat like a drum... even though the audience usually consisted of ten or so families who would never remember how well I played the songs!