Yep. Winter. I hate winter. I used to like the cold, because of a logical explanation. In winter, you can get warm just by putting more clothes on. You can’t do that in summer to get cool.
Unfortunately, we moved. To a colder place. Much colder, actually, and the result. Take me back to old Virginny, if you know what I meant. (Note: I do not live in Virginny. I never have. I doubt I ever will.)
The worst part of winter is the mornings. And frustrating people who like mornings. For example:
This is how Cait wakes up.
And this is how I wake up.
I want to move to the equator right now.
In other news, I am preparing for a flute exam. That is extremely stressful. Okay, it’s more stressful than it should be. But I’m a worrier. One of the many joys of being me. There are some major benefits to doing music exams, though. I’m barely going to have to do any preparation for the eisteddfods. All things with pluses, right?
And for here is one of the songs I’m learning to play. Note: This is not me playing it. But don’t I wish it was. I don’t play it that fast, but that player isn’t tonguing all the notes marked staccato. Regardless, whoever played it is super good. The music is slightly different to mine, too. Nor are they playing the same version as what’s on the screen, which I find quite weird. And I have a different cadenza. And I’m going on about something that only makes sense to musicians, particularly flautists.
It’s like the times when I talk to Cait about fingerings for the high C, and how there’s no support from the thumb, which makes a huge difference in sustaining it, and tonal qualities, and how hard it is not to breath for ten seconds of steady Piano-to-Forte-to-Piano on one note. She gives me the look. She’s a bower, you see. I’m a blower. We get on marvellously.
Do you wake up like Merida or Jim?
What do YOU say?