Daily Archives: September 25, 2008

I Can Has Cello Lessons!

Starting after Thanksgiving, in fact (which means in three weeks, where did the year go?) and at a surprisingly low fee too. The same hour-long lesson fee I first paid when I started lessons fifteen years ago, actually. That particular lesson fee went up every year until I was paying 30% more in my fourth and final year of lessons. I expected this lesson fee to be somewhat equivalent to the last fee I paid, or to be even higher to reflect the natural economic inflation of ten or so years. I am, of course, very thankful that it’s not bank-breaking, but still, I am astonished at how affordable it is.

I have already been informed that we have a Christmas concert in mid-December. And I’m okay with that. (Wow. Thank you, Random Colour.) Plus there will be a group lesson once a month! I think that’s really neat.

Now I need to sit down and think about my goals so that I can articulate them to my teacher when the time comes, because I’m certain she will ask. Things like becoming more familiar with the geography of the finger board, a more solid foundation in theory (or any foundation at all… it’s embarrassing when a conductor starts using solfege terminology and I, er, can’t follow it *cough* *cough*), intonation… I’m sure there will be more that come to mind. (A better bow hold, more efficient left hand movement, oh, the list will go on… and this sounds like a letter to Santa. Dear Santa, please bring me a better understanding of A flat major and D flat major, an accurate thumb position, and a better vibrato with my fourth finger. Love, Autumn.)

Right; off to work on the iBook away from the siren song of the Internet and e-mail. I’ve been dragging my feet about this evaluation because it’s a rather angry memoir about alleged racial discrimination within a minority religious group. The tone makes makes for uncomfortable reading. I’m trying to see it as a good way to keep my time spent on it focused and brief instead of being overly thorough, as I usually am. I want it done today so I can polish the report and send it off tomorrow by noon, freeing me up to work on Orchestrated in the afternoon.


On this day nine years ago, in the company of family and dear chosen family on a spectacular autumn day, I married my best friend.

Today also marks the eleventh anniversary of HRH and I doing our first road trip together, one of the joys I have continued to experience with him throughout our marriage.

As for this year’s cool gift, I bought him a stunning hand-forged ritual knife from Helmut at the Hamilton PPD festival, the blade done in Odin’s Eye damascene steel and the handle made of antler from Manitoba. (He bought me a tiny knife with a handle in African blackwood and the guard in bone. True love in this household means gifting your spouse with a blade. Or a new gaming console.)

Ten years next year. I find it really hard to wrap my mind around that. We’ll have spent a quarter of our lives together.

This past year hasn’t been easy; in fact, I think we could safely mark it as the Worst Ever (and we’d survived some pretty depressing setbacks already). But there’s no one else I’d rather have spent it with. By hanging on and working together we’ve managed to turn things around so that now we’re looking at quite possibly one of the best years yet. And we have so many more years together ahead of us to just keep making them better. Thanks, HRH.