In Progress: Problems with Beethoven

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Megan left her piano to-do list sitting out. How could I resist? I stole her title and a few of the items from her list. I wish I could post audio of her practicing at night. Her Beethoven is coming along nicely.

Problems with Beethoven

(for Megan)

The E in measure 75.
Measures 48 to 49: I’m doing them wrong.
The need to practice excessively and slowly.
Measures 97 to 108: Oh, God, really?
Memorizing the last two pages.
Getting the notes down.
Practice, that is all.
Everything goes so fast.
He never looks me in the eye.
My sister has gone to bed.
The hair.
What is he staring at?
Outside is frozen darkness.
I am unseen.
Mother has turned down the heat.
No more coffee.
And after this, math.
Seriously. Hello?
He never looks me in the eye.
Everything goes so fast.

© 2015 Stephanie Parsley Ledyard

Night Sketch 1

Photo © 2014 Stephanie Parsley

At the foot of my bed lies the sleeping cat, neither curled nor stretched, just gently curved, head resting on paws.

On the floor beside me lies the sleeping, sighing, elderly dog, paws twitching, twitching, breaths short, then longer, pausing, then starting again. To my left lies my sleeping husband, chest already steadily rising and falling after the week of commuting and work. Across the hall sleeps my sweaty daughter, hair smelling of dust, tired from the day of play, tantrums, and talking (so much talking), clutching her stuffed Minnie Mouse beneath her still, little arm. 
The cat at my feet, on the white quilt with colorful squaresshe is as sweet in her sleep as if she were my own child, sleeping.
My teenager down the hall, stretched on the couch with her homework and crackers and baby carrots scatteredshe has left sweetness behind for a time, embodying beauty, occasional grace, frequent slovenliness, and annoyance too, at me.
But oh, the cat, how precious she is, her paws clasped before her, eyes closed, as in prayer, sleeping.


© 2014 Stephanie Parsley