It's a miracle!

 Roger appeared at tennis yesterday (way up north) and lots of people were pleased to see him. That's a miracle! More exciting than what happened in Fatima in 1917. Peter says that he was doing his best to be a nice curmudgeon, but then pointed out how his old opponents couldn't keep score. 

Trans Roberto, on the other hand, tells us that 40,000 people gathered to watch his miracle in Portugal. He even tells us that they had daylight saving back then in Portugal. Evidently Mary (the virgin) did something to the sun and then she evidently showed the children Hell. What a bitch!

I think I'll go with Peter's miracle.

It's Friday morning in Lower Hutt - because of time differences it's probably Thursday evening way up north. I wonder if Roger has showed up at Peter's place? I hope that the old curmudgeon is nice to him.

It's a quiet morning here in Wainuiomata. I'm playing at a funeral tomorrow - violin, trumpet and flugel horn - so there is practice to be done.

A flugel horn.

A flugel horn is much like a trumpet to play, though it has a different tone. I'll do a trumpet warm up pretty soon. The neighbours will enjoy that, if they're home,

Robert laughs.

I only practise trumpet for about ten minutes each day. Hopefully that keeps my chops in form.

I haven't done a lot of work on Project Violin 100 lately - I'm up to 21 hours. However, I do run over parts of the piece regularly and they're coming along nicely. 

That's it for today.

Ciao.