Slow Start to February

That's my sweet #34.

February started on Saturday. So did the volleyball tournament several hours away. My daughter didn't play until Sunday, but we still had to leave by mid-day Saturday since we had an early team dinner. I managed to log a whopping 40 minutes of practice Saturday morning--22 minutes on the Bible of Blues Riffs, and 18 minutes on Pineapple Rag.

We got home from the tournament at about 9:30 Sunday night. I unpacked and changed into my pajamas, and then I went downstairs to practice for a few minutes, even though I was bone-tired.

I never made it to the piano. Ruthie Cat was on the couch next to the piano, meowing at me to please come and cuddle with her. So I lay down on the couch to cuddle with her ... and we both woke up an hour and a half later.

By then everyone was in bed, so I just went upstairs and went to bed myself.

This morning I worked on Liszt (30 minutes) and the Bible of Blues Riffs (15 minutes). Tonight the plan is to work on arranging and improvising on two well-loved old songs: You Are My Sunshine and Amazing Grace.

I'm hoping to share a video of my You Are My Sunshine ("YAMS") here tomorrow. It's going to be a fun one.

Despite a slow start to Finish-It-Up February, I'm feeling good about what I'll accomplish this month.

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