I Suspect That We’re… Different

What does it say about my family when my son digs through the CDs and chooses Brahms’ Fourth Symphony to listen to while he plays with his trains?

Also, I figured out a way around his stubborn insistence that I not practise when he’s at home: I played “Old Macdonald” and “Frère Jacques”, two of the exciting selections from our upcoming recital in which we accompany the two littlest girls. (After playing Jeff’s tab of Tom Waits’ “Ol’ 55”, that is. Which is what he claimed woke him up, despite me using a practise mute and playing pizzicato.)

2 thoughts on “I Suspect That We’re… Different

  1. Phnee

    Hey Arin, I didn’t know you spoke Russian! ;)

    (Heck, I don’t even know if it’s Russian. I can just tell it’s Cyrillic.)

  2. Autumn Post author

    Yarg — yeah, the latest spam is all about the Cyrillic. Every once in a while a new one gets through.

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