Busy few weeks. Shaking the sand out of the beach towels one more time. Getting the kids back to school. Continuing to mow the lawn. That's the one constant as we transition to a new school year and a new routine.
My day to day is anything but routine. That's one of the joys, or not, of moving. I've gotten comfortable in my new surroundings, and very comfortable having no schedule, no calendar. I can't say I've necessarily used all my time wisely, but I have accomplished a few things over the summer months. I spent a lot of time at the piano. Beethoven and Brahms mostly. The Brahms in particular is an angry piece, lots of forte and fortissimo octaves. I like to play at night, but I live in a row house. I don't want to wake my neighbors, so I keep my foot firmly placed on the soft pedal. So far, no complaints from next door.
My tomatoes came in all at once, so I've also been busy in the garden and the kitchen. My latest kitchen project was pickles, bread and butter pickles. Oh, how I love bread and butter pickles. I have definitely enjoyed the summer months.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. I find myself creating a new routine. I still have a few lessons in the old neighborhood, but that entails a round trip commute of 120 miles. Fortunately, I've had some success finding students in my new home town. I need to continue advertising, marketing. That is not my forte. As I continue to learn that skill, my new studio will grow. That's what I'm counting on, anyway. Like I tell my students, it all takes practice!
Piano is my forte, one student at a time.