I know I won't be a great cellist... but at least the dogs don't howl when I start practising as they once did almost a year ago when I first started playing.
I got up with the alarm clock at 4:50 am this morning to practise my cello. It brings forth the ironies of life:
How ironic is that I struggle to find time to practise my cello at age 46. When I was younger and had all the time in the world, I was not interested in practising ANY instrument.
Going to spend a wonderful day working on cleaning up the flowerbeds with the Horticulture crew.