Keeping time

One month tomorrow. Every day it's a little worse than the day before.

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She loved hearing me play. She seldom asked me to, knowing as she did how much I disliked my dad pushing me to play more! practice more! and live up to the potential and fluke of a natural talent that I desperately wanted to ignore. When she would, though, she always would hum the first few bars of the piece(s) she liked, knowing I would start playing, partly to stop her out of tune rendition.

She was a very smart woman.

I miss her so much that I can't even begin to try to articulate it.

Schubert Impromptu in A flat Major Opus 90. No.4
This was the first piece I was secretly proud of myself for perfecting. I think she knew it, too.



Chopin Waltz in C Sharp Minor Opus 64 No.2
Chopin requires a certain maturity in age and depth in life experience to understand. Thankfully she had it, even if I spent the entire piece rolling my eyes mentally at something I was too young to appreciate even as I was playing it.



Bach Two-Part Invention in A Minor No. 13
Bach's two-part and three-part inventions were the most fun I had playing. They were also, ironically, the beginning of the end to the fun, because that's when it became obvious that I could, if I put my mind to it, play pieces far more advanced than what I supposedly should have been playing at that point (and with the pathetic amount of practicing I did--barely 20 minutes a day).



Mozart Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major K331: 3rd movement (Alla Turca:Allegretto in A minor)
Aka the Turkish March; a mandatory piece for all classical pianists, often played to death on the competition circuit by the second or third year students. Delightful, nonetheless.



Beethoven Piano Sonata in C Minor "Pathetique": 3rd movement (Rondo Allegro)
This I never minded playing. This piece I love with all my heart.