Lately I’ve been reflecting on teaching music. Teaching a creative art naturally requires me to be creative. Every student is slightly different and I am constantly trying to find new ways to explain the most basic of musical concepts. For many of my students reading notes on the staff and playing them on the piano is pretty easy, for some it is a joy and whenever we play student-teacher duets they beam. Most of my voice students are natural musicians as well, understanding new songs and exercises quickly. Hearing them say how much they enjoy our lessons, seeing the informational books some make for school about playing the piano (dedicated to me!) and watching them succeed every week is fulfilling. However, for some using individual fingers, figuring out a note/reading the finger numbers and counting rhythms is as hard as phys. ed. class was for me growing up. Watching my peers gracefully play soccer or basketball and trying to emulate that physical ease was pretty impossible for me. Looking back I can see it was because I never practiced anything like that, I was never tempted to practice sports! I was far happier reading books, singing, making up songs and being in musicals.
For example: Me trying to be athletic on my wedding day. Volleyball, you are a fickle friend!
It’s hard to believe, but I am almost halfway through this pregnancy. I am trying so hard to relish every moment, because this may be the last time I’m pregnant. I want to remember this feeling of my body swelling and rounding. I don’t want to forget feeling the first few movements, like a little fish flipping low in my belly.
Today I will write about Shakespeare, and about pets, and about moving and possessions. Before I start though, an update to my last post for our readers: I got the cool job at my company! Woooo! I start on Monday.
I haven’t had a ton of down time (do I ever?), since I’m out in the garden most evenings, but I often unwind with the internet before bed or on an occasional lazy morning when neither the cats nor I procrastinate on moving for awhile. Besides my daily wanderings through facebook and Tumblr, these are the places I’ve been enjoying on the interwebs the past week or so, in no particular order. Maybe someday I’ll figure out how to add fancy links in sentences. For now we’re doing the old school click-the-web-address-or-watch-the-embedded-video style.
I’ve been following this guy (http://denningdrawing.blogspot.com) for awhile. I don’t remember how I found out about him. He posts daily drawings and I find them hauntingly beautiful.
I had put together a post of interesting things I’ve found on the internet recently. For some reason, the links get lost every time I try to post. Wonder what I’m doing wrong. But my frustration means pictures for you! Here are some images from the past week.
This year I turned 29. So far, I haven’t found birthdays to be a source of anxiety. In general, getting older is ok with me and my twenties have been pretty great. But next year I will be thirty, and I have an adult job now, and an adult life. But my basic hygiene is about one step above a toddler. I’m the worst at forming habits. I’ve spent most of my twenties flirting with skin care (after years of acne in university), makeup, and hair styling, but nothing has ever stuck. The last two years I have tried to make one new year’s resolution: to quit biting my nails. However, last year was…a bit stressful. A new baby, finishing a master’s thesis, and an international move did not work in my favor. But this is my year.
One of the things I miss most about being together is cooking together! Growing up in a big family, the kitchen was such a hub of activity. There was always something happening there. Around mealtimes we were all recruited for various tasks–put the food in serving bowls, make sure the table was set, make sure the salt, pepper and strawberry jam were on the table for Dad, pour the water, and put out all the napkin rings.
My kitchen is much quieter in comparison. First of all, there’s only three people in my family, instead of seven! Secondly, there’s barely any counter space, so it’s hard to have more than one person prepping food at a time. Thirdly, my husband does most of the cooking, and prefers to do it alone, with a podcast or audio book on.
Sometimes I like the quiet, though. Two nights ago, after Miriam was in bed, I made this simple strawberry rhubarb tart. The crust had been chilling in the fridge for a few days so the tart came together quickly.