...has just happened. And there is really no reason for this blog post, other than to say - hello, and I felt like "talking" to my family.
I'm still alive and as I just looked askance at my last post's date, here we go.
I'm in TriBeCa right now. The children are asleep. The laundry folded and put away. The kitchen cleaned, dishes washed, table cleared, and dishwasher loaded.
While this is my job, it feels more like mom-practice. I know it will be so different when I'm a parent, but I enjoy my circa 25 hours a week of paid-practice. (And the times I sneak away on the baby grand pianos.)
On Saturdays, when I venture to the UES (Upper East Side) I get practice ironing for 2-3 hours while the young one is down for his nap. It's mostly an independent study, but every once in awhile when Suzanna (the housekeeper) thinks I'm ready for another tip/lesson OR thinks I'm going too slow, she swoops in. Shows me how it's done, and then leaves me to muddle through the puddle of information she left me with. I'm also getting some free Spanish lessons. We're getting pretty good at communication and laugh together often - which needs no translation.
I was going to launch into a self-reflective bit, but I'll save that for next time (the mother just got home). Which, at the rate I've been posting, will be in six months. Hah. Don't worry. I'm not writing this in their place with them waiting for me to leave - the dog had to go out, so I had time to wrap this up.
Until next time,
Nanny Annie Laurie
Artmil auditorium now decorated with 1920's art
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