Piano Lessons

Just a few days ago Marshall announced, “I want to learn how to play the piano.” This was music to my ears! Being able to play a musical instrument is a blessing that I want to share with both of my kids, and it’s a skill that’s best learned young. But I had asked him before if he wanted to play, and he had always said no. I didn’t want to push, and there was no need to rush. So I had given him a few impromptu mini-lessons at times when he seemed receptive, but no formal lessons.

Now, having heard the magic words, I immediately put him in front of the piano, showed him where to put his hands, and taught him how to play a short song from the easiest piano book I own (John Thompson’s Book 1). He did well. He’s so young, though, that he needs an easier book, something with simple activities that he can master and feel like he’s progressing. I found a book at the on-line sheet music store that might be just the thing. For now, I’m making him play for ten minutes each day, letting him noodle during part of that time. So far he tells me that he likes playing, “mostly.”

Of course, Livia wanted to get in on the action, too, but she struggled with the same instructions that Marshall handled easily. I think it’s because she’s too young. I know there are kids in Asia who can play Chopin by the time they’re Marshall’s age, but we don’t have that kind of discipline in this house. I don’t want her to feel left out or think that she’s not allowed to learn, but she’s not going to get the same kind of lessons that I’m planning to give Marshall, at least not yet.

What she really wants, I think, is my time and attention. I’ll do my best to give her that. Today we tried a game in which she was supposed to play every note that I played, only an octave higher. Games like that will help her learn the layout of the keyboard. We’ll experiment with different games and work our way up to the difficult stuff.

Teaching the kids to play is an exciting prospect, but I have to admit that I have serious doubts about my ability to do it. I’m not exactly a patient person, and I have next to no experience with teaching. Were lessons not so expensive, I’d hire a real teacher, but the going rate is about $30-$40 per half-hour lesson. That’s a major financial commitment. I never appreciated until now how difficult it must have been for my parents to afford lessons for me when I was kid. But if I can pass along the benefits to my children, then my parents will certainly have gotten their money’s worth. So I’m going to give it my best shot. Wish me luck!

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Two Princes

I can now add The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, to the list of books for which I have multiple copies. I picked up a copy of the new translation at the library’s used book store. Ever since my experience with Heidi and its many translations, I’ve been fascinated with the whole idea of translations. I wonder how many books have been ruined by their translators. There might even be some books that weren’t so fabulous in their original language, but which were saved by a talented translator. Who knows?

Anyway, having nothing to do for an hour or so one afternoon, I began comparing the two translations. I found the new translation very similar to the old, at least the 20-30 pages that I read of it. However, comparing them side-by-side, I saw that there were some interesting differences, even as early as the dedication page.

Original: “This grown-up understands everything, even books about children.”
New: “This grown-up can understand everything, even books for children.”

To me, “about children” means “on the topic of children” or “featuring children as the main characters,” whereas “for children” means “for which children are the intended audience.” And I believe that The Little Prince is more about children than it is for them. So in this comparison, the original translations wins.

Original: “Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.”
New: “I may be a little like the grown-ups. I must have grown old.”

Again, I see a difference in how these are phrased. To me, “have had to” implies that it was forced upon him. “Must have” is more passive, as if it happened without him even realizing it. I don’t know which one is truer to the French text. And actually, I’m not sure which one I prefer. They both work. They just mean slightly different things.

After comparing various other parts, I think I have to pick the original translation as the winner. It’s consistently more poetic. For example, there’s more poetry in the phrase “a much greater air of truth” than there is in the plain-Jane word “truer.” But the original is also wordier and sometimes old-fashioned. The new translation is leaner and more modern.

So, while I personally prefer the original translation, I recommend them both. The original is probably best for those who have already read it (because they might not like the new translation as much) and those who appreciate the charm of old-fashioned language. The new translation is probably best for those with a more modern bent and who like their text a little pithier.

Most people probably don’t even realize that there are two translations available. They just know that it’s a story they want to read. While I was at the used book store, I heard one of the volunteers talking to another customer. He said that The Little Prince is one of their biggest movers. They get a lot of copies of it, but the copies don’t linger on the shelves, because people buy them up quickly. It makes me happy to know that this sweet, old story still has such a big audience.

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Welcome, June

Ah, June. I’m so glad you’re here, because May sucked. First it was too cold and then too hot. The bees didn’t call upon the spring flowers. The caterpillars came instead and ate all the leaves from the trees. It was too dry. We really needed some rain, especially for our ailing trees, but what we got was the incessant pitter-patter of falling caterpillar poop.

I’m not exaggerating, June. It was bad. So can you please be a better month? You’ve got so much promise: graduation parties and other end-of-school celebrations, birthdays, Father’s Day, and of course, the beginning of summer. Please don’t screw it up. We’re counting on you!

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Desserts

Livia’s daddy promised that she could have a cookie today. So, after she had eaten her dinner, including most of her salad (good girl!), I gave her the cookie for which she’d been waiting. She gobbled it right up. Then she asked me for dessert. When I explained that the cookie had been her dessert, she screamed, “No it wasn’t! I didn’t want cookie for dessert!” So I said, “OK, fine. You give me the cookie back, and I’ll give you dessert.” She broke into a smile. “But I can’t!” She was laughing, and I thought we were all set, but the next thing you know, she’s pitching a fit, because she still thinks she entitled to some kind of extra dessert. I finally had to send her to her room. I guess you could say that was her just deserts ๐Ÿ˜‰

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A Penny for Your Thoughts

Marshall ate a penny today. Silly kid was sitting there sucking on the thing and he accidentally swallowed it. You should have heard him howl afterward! He was convinced that it was going to make him sick. “Oh, I have to go the doctor!” he wailed.

I was remarkably calm, because I figured that a penny would simply pass right through him, no problem. I did, however, call the doctor’s office, just to be sure. They concurred. As long as he continues eating and doesn’t complain about a tummy ache within the next few days, there’s no reason to worry.

But how many times have I told him not to put anything but food in his mouth? Oy! It’s like talking to a wall!

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Hugs and Health

Marshall: I want to hug you forever. I don’t want you to die.
Mommy: Well, I’ll try not to.
Marshall: But you can’t stop yourself.
Mommy: I can take good care of myself and live longer.
Marshall: Then I want you to eat lots of vegetables. And hundreds of healthy fruits. And not too much fat.

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Project Completed

I could not get either my husband or my mother to look over the photo album that I created for my dad. Oh, well. So I proofed it myself. I was up past midnight working on it, but I finished it and ordered it. No doubt I missed some typos and other opportunities to improve the album. But I saved 50% and got free shipping, and I gave Shutterfly enough time to process and ship the order before Father’s Day (I hope). So I’m feeling good about it, even though I’m dragging from the lack of sleep.

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Today’s Project

I was cleaning off my desk when I found two partial sheets of stickers. One was creepy-crawlies (snakes, snails, millipedes, etc.) and the other monsters. Some of the stickers were damaged, so I cut off the bad ones and stuck the good ones into envelopes. Then I created two tree posters and turned the whole thing into a project for the kids. I left it on the table for them. It looked like this:

project

Marshall didn’t even ask for a snack when he got home from school, because he wanted to get started on the project right away. I enjoyed watching them work on it. I especially enjoyed the song that Marshall improvised as he arranged his stickers on the tree. Here’s how some of it went.

It went up the tree. Tree, tree, tree. A bee with another bee.

It went buzz, buzz, buzz, running down.

Snail up the tree. Snail up the tree. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm.

There’s a little worm diggy-diggy down.

Buggin’ up the tree. Buggin’ up the tree.

And here is the finished project. Marshall’s creepy-crawly tree is on the left and Livia’s monster tree on the right. The blue dots are rain.

project 2

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Overheard

I don’t deliberately listen to other people’s conversations, but every once in a while I overhear a comment that strikes me as funny. Here’s the one I overheard today while shopping.

That’s not God. That’s somebody’s stupid head.

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A Story With Teeth

Marshall got his teeth cleaned and treated with fluoride for the first time last week. He was so excited about it! Then he lost a tooth the next day. His sixth. I would have thought it was only his fifth, but I had just been poking around in some containers and had found a tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Since he’s the only one here who has lost any teeth, it had to have been his, and it brought the (then) total up to five.

Finding that tooth made me recall something from my own childhood. I once discovered some teeth in my mother’s jewelry box. I remember thinking that the teeth, still reddish at the roots, were gross and creepy. It never occurred to me that they might have been mine or my brother’s, but why else would my mother have had a tooth collection?

P.S. Don’t let your mind dwell on the idea of why else a woman might have teeth in her jewelry box. It’s too terrible to consider!

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