Well, it is eleven pm on a Tuesday night and My Lady is asleep in bed. We are in a Nursing Home and it is totally dark in here in her bedroom, except for the flickering light from a TV on the dresser. My Lady lifts up her head and looks straight at me, tells me I look good and tells me that she is having trouble with E Major. She asks me if I start (playing) with the second finger for E Major. Who the dickens knows that except her daughter, another Julliard violinist; but I am not going to call her right now to find out! I tell My Lady, "I think so." She tells me "to think on it awhile" and leans her head back down and begins snoring... (?)
I guess that is better than last week when she asked me to buy some material so she could make some bathing suits. I just looked at her. She said, "Well, are you going to go?" So I said "Okay" and stepped outside her vision. Mind you, it was 2am. Night time brings out the best in us.
Nothing like being content in your own little world. Spend any time in a nursing home and you will find that most are not at home.
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