The grass was as high as an elephant's eye, so allergies be d*****d it was time to mow the lawn again. Some of our neighbors have the gas or electric push/self-propelleded ones, but we're on nearly and acre and we tried that for awhile and finally broke down and bought a riding lawn mower. Mac picks up the pine cones with an ugly getter and I drive the mower. This time I remembered to not smile.
Hot today, but not miserable after another cool night.
I did laundry, made bread and tried to play a piece of music that's driving me crazy, it has 5 flats, 5, even C Flat and occasionally he throws a 6th one in, F Flat. Come on, if you want a B, just tell me to play a B, not a C Flat or if you want E ask for E, not F Flat.
And may I also point out, my small hand can span an octave and slightly more, but if you want more than that it ain't going to happen, I'll have to make it into a broken chord.
Still, it's a beautiful piece, even if I have to play it very slowly. It's Intermezzo by Edward Mac Dowell. I wish I sounded like this when I play it.