Rachel S. Heslin
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Christine was right.

I've been doing a lot of stretching so that I'm more or less ambulatory, but the 18 steps up to the portable where I work have never looked so intimidating before.

I think there's another class tomorrow; I'll have to check the schedule. And hope I can move.

On a different level of creativity, I have to admit that I slacked off on the piano-tuning thing. It is so much easier tuning a folk harp. However, after reading Nobody's account of the Tori concert, I became re-inspired.

As an incentive to keep working at it, I'm going to start posting the number of notes I've tuned the previous day. I have modest ambitions: if I can do 3 a day (which takes about half an hour, since it involves 9 strings that are Oops! Too sharp! Oops! Too flat! Dang it!), I'll be happy. I'm probably going to ignore the uppermost octave, since I never use it.

And, someday, I may even be able to play again. Yea!

Number of keys tuned: 7 (I surprised myself!)


Thru all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing.
It sounds and echoes in my soul;
How can I keep from singing?

-- Quaker. "How Can I Keep From Singing?"

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