Rick and I both play the piano... sort of. I took lessons all growing up, and of course whined and moaned about practicing every day. I think I spent more time moseying on over to check the timer, praying that the 30 minutes would be up than actually playing the piano.
I made a deal with my mom that I could quit piano once I learned every hymn in our church's hymnbook. Unfortunately, I got busy enough with high school to quit before I reached that goal. And that is why I can play hymns 1 through 30 perfectly; the other 311 are a struggle.
Oh, how I wish I could play every hymn, and lots of other songs, too! Then, when suddenly a pianist is needed at church, I wouldn't have to ask, "um, what song? Hymn 31? Oops, out of my range." (The funny thing is, Rick will raise his hand anytime a pianist is needed, even though his abilities are about equal to mine. Then I get so worried that he's going to embarrass himself that I end up volunteering for him, and I'm the one who gets to blunder through the song.)
Anyway, my piano woes will soon be over. I can finally complete my dream of learning every hymn in the book.
I up and bought a piano.
The idea came to me, I clicked on over to Craigslist, checked out any pianos in the area under 200 bucks, and immediately found THE ONE. The phone call to the owner confirmed my feeling that this piano was it; she lives a half mile down the street! So now, just days later, I can go and play the piano anytime I want! Well, anytime I don't have a baby needing to be fed or held or changed, or a toddler needing to be played with or comforted or taught to color only on the paper or... well, I don't get to play that much. But when I do, I'll start with hymn number 31.
Carson and I playing our new piano.
It's nearly a hundred years old, from 1920. Ivory keys. And it still sounds ok!
It's heavy. Thanks, guys!!!
One more thing...I don't know if I have the guts to do this, but I really want to paint the piano some crazy color, like one of these: