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To: epicure who wrote (97049)	3/4/2005 3:23:25 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I don't think we have a Discovery store, Ionesco, out here in the woods. I will probably have to make do with ordering a hammock off the Internet. But I thought about something very sweet that my husband does, and I forgot to add it to the first post. Every year he brings me the first daffodil that blooms in our yard, and then, in September or October, the last rose of summer. And a big hug and kiss as well. Isn't that thoughtful and romantic? It sounds like you are making progress re the piano. Do you ever perform anywhere, or is it for personal gratification?

To: epicure who wrote (97049)	3/4/2005 5:53:44 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I would have thought adults would be easier- but maybe they are more demanding, I taught for years, and the worst students were adults. I stopped taking them. They have a very definite idea about what they think you should be teaching, and if they played in the past, they are very resistant to changing technique or bad habits. They don't practice regularly, and they don't learn as well. Even adult materials tend to bore them-- if they are beginners they want to immediately be able to sit down at parties and astound their friends. I only had one fairly advanced mom and she was ok, but her three kids were DEMONS and I had to let them go after one spit at me and the others threw darts into the walls. You don;t spit, right?