I did something I haven’t done in a few weeks.

I walked past my cello, paused, and said, “I really should play something.” Before I could talk myself out of it, I sat down, pulled the cello towards me, picked up my bow, and just started playing whatever was on my music stand. It happened to be the second movement of a Breval sonata. When I’d done that, I flipped the page with the tip of my bow and started playing the next thing: the Prelude to the first Bach solo cello suite. The I played both Minuets from the same suite – with repeats.

Not bad. Not bad at all. Nice sound. I now have throbbing fingers, however.

Then I picked up the phone and called a luthier. I haven’t played my cello these past three weeks because the bridge is so badly warped that I’m afraid that it will slip and smash the belly of the instrument, turning a minor repair job into a major disaster. Not only can the luthier replace my bridge ($120 – eep), they can stabilise the black stain that’s wearing off the fingerboard and onto my fingers every session. (Ick.) This is a good thing, of course.

Naturally, however, now that I will be bringing the cello in for minor surgery, I’m getting all antsy. I just know I’ll want to play it while I don’t have it. I’m taking it in on Thursday afternoon, and I’m already wondering how much playing I can safely indulge in tomorrow without threatening the safety of the instrument.