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Raising the bar.

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I just spent a very pleasant twenty minutes or so practising The Minute Waltz. There was just no way (I thought) that I would be able to play those hectic chords with the left hand.  Nevertheless, I kept at it for some reason, almost in a trance, morbidly fascinated by trying it out. And guess what? I’m starting to get it right! Not only that, but some memories are flooding back from when I was first learning to play it (nearly a decade ago) and I recall feeling all ‘butter-fingers’ back then too, when there was nothing wrong with me. What a relief. Look, I ain’t never gonna be no concert pianist, but then, I never was. Not nearly enough passion for it. I merely play to please myself, and the occasional friend/ family member who asks me to play. (No, really, I’ll play for you!)

I have no aspirations to play at Carnegie Hall, only dreams of lounge-lizardry. (Who said that? Was it you, mdmhvonpa?) Still, I’m having a ball. When I’m done with the waltz, I’ll be working on Danny Boy, for a nice relaxing number to play of an evening by candle-light.

Then the nice cheery American Patrol to irritate Michael, lol. (Although, darling, you have to admit that I do most of my practising when you aren’t home.)

I’m amazed at this whole process of testing my wings, raising the bar and challenging myself. I never would have thought myself capable of swimming 100 laps before I tried it. My problem is that I battle with something and immediately write it off as due to the ms. Which is not neccessarily true. There are few pianists (well, average ones) who wouldn’t battle at least a little bit with the Minute Waltz. It certainly doesn’t come automatically, one has to work at it. And the swimming. No-one just jumps into a pool after not exercising for three years and does 100 laps.

Of course, there are some things that I really can’t do. Such as hopping on one leg, come to think of it, ha ha.

I’m really loving the exercise. Not a trace of cellulite on my legs, and my stomach is at least half as toned as I want it to be. Now, to everyone’s relief, I can stop belly-aching about it. No pun intended.

I’m in a little bit of a pickle at the moment. Thing is, you all know about me and my fasting habits, which I’ve totally let slide at the moment. But. If I do go onto the trials and get the actual drug (which I will be testing for, I mean surely a lab could work out if it’s a sugar pill or not) then I won’t be able to fast for the two-year duration of the trials. So, if I want to do one, I’d better fit it in now, before trials commence. Not much time, especially since I haven’t done the pre-fast prep, which you’re supposed do for as long as you intend being on the actual fast. Yes, I’ve been sleeping on the job! Nor do I feel very inclined to start the prep now, because I want a nice plate of cooked food for dinner. Only yellow rice with raisins, baby potatoes, butternut and lightly steamed cabbage. (Yes, I know I’m weird, but cabbage is my favourite). Nothing wrong with that food, only I should ideally be having raw fruits, salads and juice to make the fast a lot less uncomfortable and more effective.

I’m not overly keen on partaking of the ‘roids. (yes, I will overuse that word now that I’ve discovered it!) But it’s either that or stuff my hips up from the word go again. My walking is becoming heavier and less co-ordinated, and that puts a lot of strain on the flowerchildren (hippies). Okay, that was a bit lame, but then again, so am I, ha ha. See, I’m finding myself too funny, better that I go for some cortisone 😉

I watched 50 First Dates this morning (again!) and cried like a prementrual woman on ‘roids. (okay, I’ll stop now, but only for the rest of the post). They actually mentioned the word ‘roids on the movie, just like that. Only surprised I didn’t pick it up the first time I watched that movie.

Now I have to go change the filter on my water-distiller so that if I do go on a fast, the water won’t taste completely yuck! 

Edited to add: There was a mahssive wasp busy circulating the room, trying to suicide-bomb my head! I managed not to freak out, mainly because I’m not really the type to freak over a wasp. (that would be locusts). Anyway, I opened the curtain for Walter (yes, I’ve taken to naming insects) and he just went zooming past, straight out the window. Smart bug!

Written by Maggie

January 24, 2007 at 3:04 pm

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  1. You go girl You never cease to amaze me. I am so PROUD to have you as my daughter in Law

    Lots of Love



    January 24, 2007 at 8:13 pm

  2. I’m glad to hear that Walter left the building 😉
    What the!!! My mom reads your blog!!!!???? AND comments???!!!! Now I’m going to sit in the corner and sulk!~ ;(

    I’m SO proud of you for doing all that exercise. 100 laps!!! I will not be able to keep up with you. No way.


    January 24, 2007 at 9:34 pm

  3. Maggie, you got The Lurker to reveal herself! :)Congrats… Btw sorry for this, but prementrual and mahssive? Ha Ha. You started it! 🙂 Oops, I better follow that ripping off by, I love you honey, very much. And from now on I’d better spell check all my comments before I post them…(Phew! That was close. I nearly spelled it spellcheck. Aw the shame! Thank goodness for F7)


    January 25, 2007 at 8:26 am

  4. Prementrual was a slip, but mahssive was intentional! A pronounciation guide, as it were. But thanks for noticing 😉


    January 25, 2007 at 8:36 am

  5. And I don’t have lurkers, just silent friends!


    January 25, 2007 at 8:37 am

  6. Sorry an oft silent friend here… I comment when I can, AND when I have something to say. I don’t like making inane comments.


    January 25, 2007 at 2:32 pm

  7. I love the way you name and personify things.

    The bugs naming is cute and the ‘flower children’ comment is just adorable!

    Why don’t they make swimsuits with tight tummy areas and slack breast areas…? Would make perfect sense 🙂

    You seem to be in a wonderful jovial and wicked mood at the moment, it’s contagious.


    January 25, 2007 at 2:38 pm

  8. Yay Maggie! How fabulous are YOU?


    January 25, 2007 at 5:25 pm

  9. Nicht Mir! I’m compared to critique of fine music like Thunderbird Fortified is to vintage french merlot.


    January 25, 2007 at 9:29 pm

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