Seriously, the day I'm writing an essay is the worst time ever for Blogger to be down for several hours. (Some might say that this was the best time possible, but I refuse to acknowledge such opinions.)
I'm getting going on that essay better now (I called Karl in a panic, and he asked me questions about my essay until I formed opinions again), but I've been wanting to talk about how I've been missing playing the piano.
As background, I don't really play piano well. It's been more than a decade since the last time I took piano lessons, and at best I reached Grade 5 level. But playing the piano was how I thought things out. I didn't have a piano after I moved out (okay, we had a tiny keyboard, but that's not the most satisfying thing, when it doesn't have enough keys for most of your favourite songs), but I could still play my parents' piano once in a while. After we moved out here, I went so long without touching a piano, at a time when I had so many different things in my head that needed sorting. It was like all this steam was building up in my brain.
On Sunday, we got to church really early (long story), and so I gathered up my courage, took out one of my songbooks, and played hymns until it was time for church to start. Other people seemed to appreciate that (I'm in no condition to accompany, and we sometimes go for weeks without an accompanist, with our small numbers here), and it helped me a lot. It's like sometimes I pray by playing the piano. It took me a while to feel coordinated in my fingers, but then things just started coming together, and it was really good for me.
When I sat down again, Chris whispered to me: "I think it's going to be a priority for us to start saving our money toward a piano." It'll take a long time (debts to pay down and clothes to buy first), but that possibility is really exciting for me.
Is it silly to feel like I need a piano? (Like, deep down need one?) I have my flute, and I should play it more, but it's lonely and somewhat dissatisfying to play that sort of instrument alone. Those single notes just feel so bare.
Christmas is coming soon, meaning the return home is coming soon. And don't think I won't be packing my sheet music.
In an unrelated note, it's very strange to me that my birthday's coming up in three days. In three days I'll be twenty-five, and this birthday will be unlike any I've had before. I'm glad that we've decided to have some friends over for games, or else I think I'd be far too lonely on my birthday and end up crying. I need to find special things for that day. (I also need to figure out some way of making Chris's birthday special, seeing as he'll be alone here on that day. Ideas? I may have to scheme something with his family, because he'll fly to Regina two days later.)
Enough stream-of-consciousness rambling. Now I must be coherent and American history-minded!
3 comments:
Oh I love how you love the piano! It is a good way to de-stress. I miss it too (though perhaps my need is not as deep down as yours) but have no husband to encourage me to save toward one. That's it, I need a husband!
I suppose I could just save for a piano without a husband...
Who doesn't need a piano? Where do you think starving musicians come from? They have their priorities straight - they rightfully spend their money on music, instead of food.
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