My 81 year old father and I got out for a hunt, finally. It was a perfect morning. So perfect, in fact, that I wasn't five minutes in the stand before a decent buck came blistering in to see what was going on. One through the heart laid him down gently, and we enjoyed a little venison tartare today. My only regret was not getting to sit in the perfect crisp winter morning a little longer.




So I've been taking cello lessons since March and practicing most every day. I found an excellent teacher that promised me we would play no actual music but focus on scales, arpeggios, and etudes for the first year. This would be very unsatisfying, he told me, but it would give me all the tools I needed to tackle actual music when the time came.
I was astounded to learn a few weeks ago that the first "real' music I'd be learning with him was the Prelude to Bach's first solo Cello Suite, which arrived in thr mail just a few days ago.
And he was right. This piece that sounded absolutely impossible to me just a few months ago feels like it's within reach.
There's more to this instrument than I ever would have guessed, but that's what living is for. I am glad I live in a world after Bach.
Been a while since I posted here! But I've not been ide. 

