"Some day you will play a string instrument...a cello, or a violin perhaps."
The day finally arrived, along with the teacher...at my house.
The plan was that I might possibly learn how to play some too. I did learn. I learned that I did not prefer the violin as my instrument of choice. Something about the neck position, and even though I could read the music, getting my fingers to cooperate on those strings was another matter altogether.
On Thursday mornings you will find me blissful as I observe my daughter learning to play this beautiful instrument.
But I feel somewhat like I must look into the camera and make a disparaging statement,
"I am a violin student dropout."
