Just now, I’m listening to George Winston’s Summer Album. I can’t decide which moves me the most, the cello or the piano.
50 years ago, in my tweenies, I took piano lessons. Throughout my life, as a writer and a secretary, I’ve been grateful for those lessons in posture and proper hand alignment to the keys.
I can carry a tune and a secret until death us do part.
My piano teacher was an old bitter nun. She was horribly bitter and mean with a ruler.
That’s when I decided not to be a nun when I grew up. There are days, of course, when I long for the solitude of nothing to do but write and pray. There aren’t too many of those days, though…so I’m likely to have been some bitter old nun instead of having choices.
I like George Winston, though. He has a familiar style. Mesmerizing. Sometimes that’s comforting – and days like today.
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