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Lots of relatives suddenly arrived around 8. We went to Whataburger, spent an hour talking, came home, talked some more, and then Charlotte (Lisa's kid, drove the 12 hours from Missouri for the first time yesterday) got out her cello.
I just spent the last hour playing random duets out of her book with her. I can sight-read better than she can. She's never had lessons, but she's been playing for 6 years. I feel special. I hadn't picked up my cello in a year and a half, and I didn't ever practice before that. Yaay. And Heather (other cousin, she's getting married, I'm making her tiara, she's Marissa's sister), who also plays cello, showed me some things nobody had ever taught me that make me sound soooo much better. Proper vibrato, unflatfingeredness... yay.
I may be an evil, evil, guilt-ridden person for never practicing, but hey, at least I can get away with it.
I just spent the last hour playing random duets out of her book with her. I can sight-read better than she can. She's never had lessons, but she's been playing for 6 years. I feel special. I hadn't picked up my cello in a year and a half, and I didn't ever practice before that. Yaay. And Heather (other cousin, she's getting married, I'm making her tiara, she's Marissa's sister), who also plays cello, showed me some things nobody had ever taught me that make me sound soooo much better. Proper vibrato, unflatfingeredness... yay.
I may be an evil, evil, guilt-ridden person for never practicing, but hey, at least I can get away with it.
