Don't laugh, but two weeks ago Fiorella took up the violin again.
Yes, emboldened by her progress on the piano--she has been practicing an assortment of carols daily for about three months in preparation for next Christmas--she unlocked the old violin case, tightened the bow, tuned the strings, and started sawing away.
Now, since Fio's entire violin experience consists of three glorious months of community school instruction when she was pregnant with Younger Son, she is not exactly Yehudi Menuhin revisiting past glories, but she persists. Right now she is working on scales--fingering, to be more exact.
Which brings us to the big question for the day: why the heck don't violins have frets?
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