Today is “National Cherries Jubilee Day.” Not that I’ve tried the treat or have interest in it.
It’s National Piano Month, and while I have my favorite players (to be shared at some point), I did stumble upon this piece and can relate.
The piano I had needed to be sold, small as it was, because it wouldn’t fit into the space we were moving to. True, I hadn’t taken as many years in lessons as some classmates and I was (and am) still sheet-music dependent while playing by ear, but the lessons Mrs. H.W. taught me stayed with me.
When I moved to Colorado (joining choir before joining church one wonderful weekend), the first thing I splurged on (jobless, so definitely foolish) was a keyboard at Costco. I was able to practice the music outside of the weekly sessions. I was able to practice songs long forgotten.
Have I played it as often now as I did then? Not exactly. Am I going to sell it anytime soon? Not on your life.