Finally tuning in to my desire to play piano
For many, many years, I have said I want to learn to play piano. I bought a keyboard and had planned to take lessons from a friend, but we moved across the country before I could take advantage of her generous offer.
Life has gotten in the way with all the other time commitments I have. But the idea of having a real, live piano in the house renewed my desire to really do it -- to make time somehow.
I was so excited to get it home, but all my husband could think was how much work it was going to take to get the thing on Christmas day from my aunt and Uncle's truck (they were coming from New Hampshire) in Connecticut, transport it to New York and get it into our living room. We would have a lot of help moving it from truck to truck at my parents' house that day, but once at out house it would be a different story.
My husband enlisted the help of friends — or so he thought. It turned out they were both unavailable when the time actually came. But my husband didn't miss a beat in saying he was sure we could handle it on our own, leading me to believe it was really his plan all along.
So, he build a ramp from the truck's tailgate to the front door out of plywood and 2-by-8s, and slowly but surely we (my husband, our 9-year-old, 50-pound daughter and me) rolled and lifted this piano into place in the living room. It took us a long time as we made a plywood path across the room on which we guided the wheels.
It's now the prettiest thing in the room. Definitely time for new furniture in that room.
I'm trying to sit down and play for 15 minutes a day. I'm using the beginning piano books that my aunt and mother used when they were children. Something cool: each lesson in the books is marked with a little gold or silver star and the initials of my aunt or mother, signifying how they did on the lesson. Perhaps I should get some foil stars to reward myself as I complete each lesson.