Last night I got a minute to relax. I actually got a minute to sit down at the piano and play. For those of you saying, “Sara, playing the piano?” I started lesson last August when we moved to OKC and Mom gave me her piano. My Grandparents moved and Mom was getting the piano she raised pigs to buy as a kid. I was the only one of three girls who didn’t get lessons, but I was the one who wanted them now and the only one who wanted the piano. I started lessons with a woman in Forest Park and she was wonderful. If you need a piano teacher, I have a recommendation.
When I sat down I was surprised at how little the move had affected the tuning. Jonathan has sat down and played, his mother has sat down and played, but for some reason I hadn’t. Actually I know one reason I haven’t, I couldn’t find my easier books and I’m not about to tackle something from a hymnal.
It was nice to just sit down and play again. Jonathan was at the computer and was so surprised that he remarked that it had been a while since he’d heard me sit down and play. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed sitting down and making music. Some days I just forget how important making music is to me, some days I just forget I’m good at it. Even if I only spend 15 minutes a day, it is 15 minutes that can bring frustration and joy at the same time.