The Violinist

Cleaning Day

I wake up the next morning at around 9 in the morning. I get up and start stretching and see myself in the mirror. I let myself go. I may be skinny and still slightly toned, I am not nearly as muscular anymore. I put on a shirt and start playing my old workout playlist as I get ready to clean my house. I start with the kitchen seeing it can be done the quickest. I uneasily wipe down the counters and sweep the ground. As I finish that, I begin to mop and let it dry once finished and move to the restroom and do the same. I clean the mirrors and toilet and only stop for water and food. Once I decide my break is over, I steam clean my floors and tidy up the backyard as it dries. I scrub the walls of the pool and clean any trash or grass on the surface. I step inside and look around the house with not pride but satisfaction. Only took me about 4 hours so not too bad. I sit on the couch and see a picture on one of the bookcases lining the walls of my living room. I stand and go to it and see it is one of her and myself. I stare at it and take it to my room and set it by bed on the dresser. I sit on my stool and as I sit I start turning my piano on and I pull out my piece. I ended up printing a piece that carried both the piano accompaniment and the violin part. I set the pages and I slowly start by playing a D flat major scale. I go through the scale and once warmed up, I start playing. As I play, the violin parts start echoing in my mind and I think that piano is only difficult if you are unable to use both hands. Every note is made clear and no difficulty to set your fingers in the right place. But I keep playing, slowly growing more and more tired as I am unable to keep the tempo steady, until at the third page I make my first error. I stop and stretch the cramps in my hand and stand. Feeling slightly better, I go to take a shower and head to the grocery store to buy food and drinks.