thursday - killer piano memories
Cold again. -10F this morning. Nasty cold. Glad I don't have to do much outside - just chicken chores and take the mail out to the mailbox, fill the bird feeders out front. The grandkids are on their second day off from school. My piano lesson was cancelled yesterday because of the cold. I'm supposed to have it today instead. The sun is shining so maybe it will seem nicer by the afternoon.
I made a big pot of fish and shrimp cream of potato chowder Tuesday and we've been living off that.
I've switched tactics on ukulele. Given up thinking I could play songs I found on the internet using chords - I just don't have the skills yet. I have a new book now which was recommended to justapostcard by her teacher. It teaches you notes first and I am making progress with that, which is satisfying. I will have a ukulele lesson next Tuesday and I'm trying to perfect playing Twinkle Twinkle by then. I have played Twinkle Twinkle about 500 times (probably more!) on the piano. I know the notes by heart by now.
I remember playing Twinkle Twinkle on a tiny piano I got when I was little - maybe 4 or 5 years old. I really liked that piano - at least in part of my memory I did. But for some reason I ruined it. It was back in a summer when we had a rose chafer infestation. We kids were sent out with lidded jars with a little bit of gasoline in each jar to collect the rose chafers from off the bushes. They were everywhere - blueberry bushes, grapevines, apple trees, mom's beloved rose bushes, the huge weeping willow in the back yard. That is where I remember them the most. They were easy to strip off the long willow leaves but hard to push off your fingers into the jars. They had scratchy clinging legs. I found them very repulsive. And it probably didn't help that I was indoctrinated to hate them and made to kill them by mom. As a little kid I hadn't reached a goal of love for all of creation yet. I could kill with curiosity and for some reason I got the idea to put the rose chafers under my piano keys and squash/kill them that way. I guess I thought they were doomed anyway - I was supposed to kill them.
PLUS
EQUALS ?
Maybe this is where my parents got the idea that I wasn't musical. And it ruined my interest in playing the (that) piano after that. Yuck. I don't exactly remember but it seems to me that after that I probably abused the little piano even more. Dismantled it. Maybe I was trying to get the dead bodies out? I do remember saying goodbye to it on the burn pile. That seemed sad to me.
Though looking back on it, putting them under the keys probably wouldn't have killed them - there is a space under there. Maybe I was just repulsed by having them in my piano after that.
I made a big pot of fish and shrimp cream of potato chowder Tuesday and we've been living off that.
I've switched tactics on ukulele. Given up thinking I could play songs I found on the internet using chords - I just don't have the skills yet. I have a new book now which was recommended to justapostcard by her teacher. It teaches you notes first and I am making progress with that, which is satisfying. I will have a ukulele lesson next Tuesday and I'm trying to perfect playing Twinkle Twinkle by then. I have played Twinkle Twinkle about 500 times (probably more!) on the piano. I know the notes by heart by now.
I remember playing Twinkle Twinkle on a tiny piano I got when I was little - maybe 4 or 5 years old. I really liked that piano - at least in part of my memory I did. But for some reason I ruined it. It was back in a summer when we had a rose chafer infestation. We kids were sent out with lidded jars with a little bit of gasoline in each jar to collect the rose chafers from off the bushes. They were everywhere - blueberry bushes, grapevines, apple trees, mom's beloved rose bushes, the huge weeping willow in the back yard. That is where I remember them the most. They were easy to strip off the long willow leaves but hard to push off your fingers into the jars. They had scratchy clinging legs. I found them very repulsive. And it probably didn't help that I was indoctrinated to hate them and made to kill them by mom. As a little kid I hadn't reached a goal of love for all of creation yet. I could kill with curiosity and for some reason I got the idea to put the rose chafers under my piano keys and squash/kill them that way. I guess I thought they were doomed anyway - I was supposed to kill them.
PLUS
EQUALS ?
Maybe this is where my parents got the idea that I wasn't musical. And it ruined my interest in playing the (that) piano after that. Yuck. I don't exactly remember but it seems to me that after that I probably abused the little piano even more. Dismantled it. Maybe I was trying to get the dead bodies out? I do remember saying goodbye to it on the burn pile. That seemed sad to me.
Though looking back on it, putting them under the keys probably wouldn't have killed them - there is a space under there. Maybe I was just repulsed by having them in my piano after that.