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The Golden Weasel is practicing for the winter piano recital. She hits several bone-rattling clams during her halting rendition of "Greensleeves."
"I'm actually really good at this," she assures her grandparents. "It just sounds like I'm not."
She begins another run through, then adds, "Sometimes when you practice a lot, it makes the notes sound kind of blurry even though they're not really."
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Ramona (whose recital was last Friday) says she can relate. :)
Posted by: Karen Edmisten | Wednesday, December 17, 2014 at 05:51 PM