I have my grandmother's eyes, sort of. Since she was sixty when I was born and older than that by the time I noticed, hers started to fade. They were this pale blue grey sparkle which I know would have been so beautiful with the dark brown hair of her youth (it was mostly grey by the time we met and no color pictures of her exist with it obviously). I'm sure they were a deeper blue to begin with, but the ones I remember are so much like my own that looking in the mirror for too long always brings it back.

so what is it about vulnerability that brings people closer? Is it really more attractive than strength or am I confusing strength with bitchiness and control in my case? Maybe it's the surprise factor, it's always a surprise how easy it is to give it all up once one shield is down.
I'm resolved to not care right now, so far so good.

Cut off the nails on my left hand. The finger pads are still slighly sore from playing on Sunday. Amazing what muscle memory can do when you turn off the "thinking". The "senorita" is totally out of tune (it's only in tune to itself) and needs to be restrung. I found a surprise unopened package of strings, I may change them out this week, but that requires keeping up with it. I wonder if I have a program that can generate an accurate high C to actually tune it to reality.
Apparently I'm not joking when I say I like Aminor, at least 7/8 if not more pieces were in that key. They do NOT all sound the same and if I manage to get into a kind of trance within the first 3 notes, the fingers do the rest pretty well. The ones with a lot of pencil markings are easier, I wonder if that's because I studied/practiced them more or because it's easier to keep the notes straight with handwritten fingering schemes next to them. Some of the tattered pages had dates of first attempt, most of those were from 95 and 96, has it really been 11+ years?

Restored

So the blog's been restored from the delete bin by the lovely people at Blogger!! Three cheers for them!