This is my new piano!
As a child, I took piano lessons, but my parents never owned one. So I practiced with an electric keyboard, which was not the same as using the full 88 keys. Ever since, owning a piano has been on my life list of things to have, along with a Wurlitzer jukebox and a pool table.
I’m not sure what surprised me more—that a used piano was available and I could have it for free, Or that the person who found the piano was none other than my ex-husband.
Damn. I was surprised by this kindness.
Well, the kids have been banging away at it. It’s in great shape. Now, I need to find a place to put it in my house, which may mean it's time to redecorate. Today, I am off to find sheet music and basic how-to info to re-learn the piano.
This experience is begging for a poem to be written.
Still recovering from the weekend writer’s retreat. It was exhausting to think about poetry that intensely, but the good energy created from the experience will carry me through the rest of the week.
I mentioned that over the weekend I played pool for the first time in years. I learned how to play in college as an undergrad, and perfected my game when I should have been studying (And I have the grades to prove it!). There was a time when I considered getting my own pool stick.
I’m going to look for a cheap place to play pool and practice on a regular basis.
Seems as if my passion for poetry, pool, and piano were rekindled—all in one weekend. Go figure.