Rainy days have a tendency to make droopy eyelids. And two days in a row might even cause lugubrious tendencies. Therefore, other forms of inside entertainment are sought.
Smocking bullions on Charlotte's Easter dress kept my fingers busy while the girls and I were able to use inside time to watch Hallmark's showings of the movie renditions of Janette Oke's books, Love Comes Softly, all the way to Part Six, Love's Unfolding Dream. Rose enjoyed them but inquired as to why they must be so sad at times.
A time to play the piano. Mood music of Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata and Fur Elise fit the bill rather nicely. My imagination was free to run aloft as the legatos and crescendos caressed the ivory and ebony keys. Jane Austen took center stage naturally.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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