Thank you, life, for a lovely relaxed day with no stress. Played lots of cello, finished another book, picked up a few groceries, lay on my stomach with the boy to watch the ants in the backyard, ate strawberries together in the sun, took the wagon to meet HRH at the bus stop, had barbecued burgers for dinner, curled up with the boy and cuddled him until he fell asleep holding my hand.
I am so very thankful for a good day. Another bad one would have been… well, cumulatively Very Bad.
And now, I am going to go run a hot bath with either honeysuckle bubbles or lavender honey milk powder, and read the new issue of Strings magazine that arrived today.
The new luthier just called! There’s a 7/8 cello that just arrived in the South Shore workshop! The price is hilariously low, which leads me to suspect that it might be very entry-level, which isn’t what I want, but I’ll check it out anyhow to be sure. I have a tentative appointment to go try it out Saturday morning.
Two. Two cellists out of six were there last night, and our principal was not one of them. At the end of the evening our conductor came over to us and said, “You did very well. You must be starting to feel like the violists.” Which was terribly funny, really, and if I’d been in a clearer headspace I would have laughed instead of tripping over myself to downplay the mess I’d made of My Fair Lady. We’d sight-read the MFL medley and while the first half was fine, at the halfway point we got to an arrangement of ‘I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face’ that made no sense to me rhythm-wise and I lost the wave I’d been riding and crashed. (It possibly has something to do with the fact that I can’t remember how the song goes to save my life.) On the other hand, we’d handled both the symphonies very well, which was quite encouraging.