April 24

This is an ode to my violin teacher. Except it isn't in poem form. Her patience never gets pushed. If I feel, as I often do, that I should have practiced more, we just play some duets for pleasure. If I drop my bow arm, she instinctively knows that my shoulder is tired and I have to stop and shake it out, or , we chat for a few minutes until I can go on. She never criticizes my lack of talent. This encourages me to keep going. My mantra is" what does talent have to do with anything". My pleasure is what counts and every Thursday afternoon I get to have my space and my time. It makes me feel good.

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29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

19.07 | 12:33

That lavender sounds very nice!

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