The violin we have been renting since December is ours. The man at the shop, subtracting all our previous rental costs (including George's 'cello rental) as well as the cost of the violin case from the purchase price, said it was probably a German, pre-war, Guarneri-style violin, because of the shape of the F-holes. Anyway I'm thrilled to own it and in celebration have been playing it for hours, this weekend: Easy Duets(!) by Mozart, with Chris on the clarinet, and on my own, some Fauré songs (playing the voice line), to the extent that the finger tips of my left hand are all blistered.
Yesterday was also a worthwhile flying day, fine, cold and clear, so after an hour and a half's snow-shovelling, we taxied PTN out to the runway and took off for an hour's flight up the Ottawa River to Arnprior and back over Lac La Pêche, a pure, untouched white.
Today, a walk along the snow-banked streets into town and across the Alexandria Bridge to the Jacques Cartier park, where during Winterlude all sorts of fun takes place.
(Photo by Chris)
While I was posting these pictures the temperature has risen above zero and the rain that's been falling since lunchtime has began to penetrate the house in a determined manner, melt-water now streaming through a hole in our basement ceiling into buckets on the floor. It's as well George doesn't have to sleep down there tonight.
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