I spent the day over at a friend’s house and it was rather fun. Made me feel all young again. I got a call from Sara, one of the 13 year old girls from that group I go to where I talk to them and stuff, being all mentorish. She asked me if I wanted to come over so she could teach me some stuff on my new violin. I went over at 1:00, found out I’m crap at the violin, then we ended up playing cards. We also baked cookies, hung out with her sister (she’s 16), and I stayed there for dinner. It was a nice day. It was different from my regular routine and made me realize I haven’t done that in a very long time. Just hung out with a younger friend all day. It was nice for a change.
As for the violin, I’ve discovered I’m just not built for it. My colarbone is too pronounced so holding it hurts like heck, and my hands are too teeny and girly to properly press down on the strings. I tried using a shoulder pad to help with the colarbone thing, but it only made it hurt worse. As for the fingers, I think with practice I might be able to adjust that, but who knows. At least I got a few good solid notes out and that sounded great. It was just when I tried to do scales that it got all wonky cause I couldn’t move my fingers that far.
Then I made the mistake of trying to play the piano again. Heh. I can’t believe I’ve forgotten so much. I had four straight years of lessons before my piano blew up, and I got pretty dang good. But now, I can’t even pluck out Blueberry Hill. Pretty sad, eh? I suppose five straight years without touching a piano could do that to a person. 🙂
But now it’s off to bed for me. I’m going to Baltimore tomorrow because my Mom and Sara’s Mother are going up to Johns Hopkins to visit a friend of theirs whose son is in the hospital. I really want to go visit the little boy with them, but I don’t think I could handle it. My memories of Johns Hopkins aren’t too great and just thinking about it is hard. I don’t want to find out what I’ll do if I actually go in there again so soon. I mean, most of the time I handle doctor’s appointments okay, but right now I don’t think going back is such a good idea. After long periods of time between visits it gets harder. For example, a year after the initial stabbing that caused my bone infection, I had to go back into the same building where that occured for a hearing exam. I couldn’t do it. I ended up sitting in the tiny sound-proof booth and I actually got claustrophobic. I think I kinda slumped over and hit my head on the wall, but I don’t remember much. It was a while ago (I was 11 at the time), and I’ve tried to forget it. Going back to the place where they amputated my toe for reasons other than a doctor’s appointment could be disasterous. If I can keep myself focused on the appointment itself, I’m okay. But not this. Especially not seeing that poor little boy in pain, that’d be too bad.
So I’m going shopping instead. I feel kind of bad about it, but there’s nothing else I can do. They’re going to drop Sara and I off at the Inner Harbor so we can look around for a present for Chinese Sam. There’s a nice store there that might have something interesting for him.
Dang, that got rather depressing. Sorry about that.
I’m rather sleepy and I have to get up early tomorrow, so good night.