Last Friday, being Good Friday, husband was unusually at home aiming to catch up in the garden. So my Friday morning routine was postponed, as was the fortnightly piano lesson which also happened to fall on that day. So no blindfolding at all that day. (see my website page 9 if you don’t know what our usual routine is!)
However, a few days earlier, I had met my piano pupil in the street and we were commiserating on missing out the lesson and our mutual blindfold session. She asked though that as the family, who’s Granny Annex she rents, were away all over Easter, could we not simply transfer the lesson to there- she has a piano there you may remember – as we would have the place to ourselves. What a good idea I said, I would bring my blindfolding scarf and my guiding cane with me.
She has really entered into the spirit of things these days and, when she answered my ring on the door-bell, there she was, though not already blindfolded as I would have been, but ready to tie a scarf over my eyes straightaway, which was alright with me of course. She had been looking forward, she said, to watching me find my way around a strange place, blindfolded and using my cane. I have been inside there before for an occasional coffee morning with others, but didn’t remember much of the detail. This would be fun, for me as well. So, after handing over the couple of cream pastries that I had bought, I groped my way to the piano and, after blindfolding her with another scarf that she had ready, I gave her the piano lesson. She is currently concentrating on a reasonably advanced piece of Schubert and is doing very well now, quite up to an exam standard. Except for her ‘sight-reading’ skill. I give her some music to try at home, playing it directly after just a short review as required in piano exams, but I never get round to hearing her do this during our lessons for obvious reasons.
After the lesson, she took off her own blindfold so that she could see to make coffee, not being as accomplished at that sort of thing as I am, but said I ought to remain blindfolded as liked and she would like to see how I managed with coffee and cream cakes!
After that demonstration of my blindfold skills, she asked if I would like a walk around the garden, there being no-one around who would be watching, it being a garden well sheltered from the neighbours. I had to take her word for that, of course. As she walked me around in the sunshine, I soon suggested that we should reverse roles and let me guide her, blindfolded, around the garden. "No way" she said as she has done every time that I have suggested an outdoor blindfold outing. After a short while, I suddenly remembered my husband would be expecting some lunch and I had to ask her the time. Yes, unfortunately it was time to go, so that was the end of my blindfold time for that day.
Away on holiday next week – no blindfolding activity, worse luck.
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