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Henry

This is not the greatest picture, but it's what awaited me last night while Anne played at a friend's house for a couple of hours and Dan worked on genealogy.

Henry the Grand Piano
I spent some more time on Chopin, but most of my efforts were on Bach, on playing the scaley parts in "swing time," as suggested by my piano teacher. I worked on keeping my LH relaxed and even took a side trip into Hanon to do some very slow exercises, focusing on just where my hand tensed up, slowing down, and playing so that it stayed relaxed. I think it was a useful (though not very interesting to listen to) exercise for my left hand.

This morning I started working on Schubert at 7:00 a.m. (sorry, sleeping family). I somehow managed to spend two hours on Schubert, which included writing in more fingering. (I'm finally starting on the easier E-flat-scale section.)

What does the rest of the weekend hold? I have to work today, which kind of depresses me. But this evening I hope to get a couple more hours of practice in. Tomorrow's going to be busy, so if I practice at all, it will be late tomorrow evening. And then ... I'll be back to my 20-minutes-a-day weekday routine.

But I love the picture above. I need more times in my life where Henry is waiting for me like that, and where I have a block of two or three hours to focus and play.
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