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Published: December 12th 2009
Angelica is happy
Angelica has been watching them move the piano. They carried it through my house, then down the stairs, now up to the truck.
Hello friends and relatives, I haven't written in a while. Through unusual circumstance, I've had a mild, life changing event take place.
You may know that I have four siblings. All of us took piano lessons. The piano sat in the front sunroom and we were required to practice regularly. The other four did great on the piano and then moved to other instruments, the saxophone, the flute, the clarinet, and Gailey even moved from the piano to the organ. I was a failure. I hated practice. I could never memorize the keys or the measures, or the beat, whatever. Finally, my parents gave up after five years of trying to teach me the piano, and they gave me voice lessons.
After my parents passed away and we were selling the house, the furniture was divided and I took that old piano. I thought that maybe I could finally learn to play. It sat in my dining room, here in Atlanta, never tuned, never used, just another catchall for candy dishes, magazines, plants, etc.
A few weeks ago, after my gall bladder surgery (which, thank goodness, went very well. I don't even miss my gall bladder) I decided to
Strong young men!
It took several strong men to carry the piano.
give my piano to some friends' granddaughter who plays and doesn't have her own piano. Angelica, the granddaughter, called me and we arranged the day and time. She recruited several friends and her grandfather to help her move the piano.
I'm greatly relieved. In this life, I don't have to play the piano!
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