What led to Savannah's first piano lesson and the things that naturally followed
Savannah had her first piano lesson a week ago tomorrow. So I’m prepping for her second lesson. I’m not really a piano teacher, but it all falls into place, especially since she’s had some music in school and played the recorder, just like I did when I was young.
I’d been waiting for a full size piano. We have a nice keyboard, one that works through Garage Band, full-sized keys, but only 4 octaves. My friend Lucy and I are exchanging Spanish lessons (para mi) for help with her English pronunciations and obscure words. (Her English is very good.) She is learning piano from her husband. She is motivated and ambitious, and I’m grateful for those qualities’ rubbing off on me. She was my impetus for finally sitting down to Savannah’s first lesson.
And wouldn’t you know it, I now have the option to choose between two different pianos which need homes, for free. I’ve yet to get contact numbers, and they could have very well found new homes already. But it’s lovely how these things seem to work out.
On a related topic, I spent some time singing a week ago. I cleaned the kitchen with Emmylou Harris on, and when I finished cleaning, I had to just sit down and sing. She demanded it. I noticed a long time ago that my voice is much better with a strong dose of confidence. Last Monday, I sung with more confidence than I’ve ever felt. It was so uplifting that it made my stomach hurt. And I’ve actually avoided doing it in again in the last week. I’m hoping for singing lessons, but I have more pressing projects right now.
But as a result of the singing, I did pick up my guitar; it had been a year. Then when I tried to tune the thing, the second string broke. The strings were old anyway. This brought me yesterday to our music shop on Main street which I’ve thought of going into for the last 3 years. I got the strings and a guitar stand to keep it out and easy to pick up again, for anyone in the family who wants to play.
