My apologies for writing a blog so soon after the last one, but something happened at our place yesterday, and it is perfect for my next “M” blog. First a short preamble to my story.
When hubby and I were travelling to the city a couple of weeks ago, he asked me an unusual question. He asked if I ever miss playing the piano, and wished we had another one. I said I didn’t think about it very often, and I had taken up with another keyboard it was a rare opportunity for me to play a piano now. Sometimes I wished I could escape the sports stuff on TV and retreat to my piano in a quiet room, but that was no longer an option for me.
When we downsized about 20 years ago, we didn’t have room for my piano, even though it was very special to me. It was a gift from my maternal grandfather when I was four years old. He even offered to pay for my piano lessons, until we moved to the city. Our son said they would take the piano in case their toddler children would someday enjoy playing the piano. It never happened!
Two years ago, our son and wife became “empty nesters and decided to downsize. They asked if I would be upset if they didn’t keep the piano. They met an immigrant family in another city whose daughter was doing very well in learning to play the piano but there was no piano in their home for her to practice. Our son thought that my piano would be a treasured gift to that family, and I agreed.
Now back to the activities here yesterday…Our son called and said,
“Hi, Mom. Are you doing well? I’m wondering… have you ever purchased an electronical keyboard after you gave your piano to us?”
“We’ve thought about it,” I said, “but never got around to it. Why are you asking?”
He told me that if I would like a piano, he has one for me. He had just sold a house in the city, and the client moved but left an electronic piano in the house, telling him to do whatever he likes with it. When I told him that I would love to have the piano, he arrived at our home in 15 minutes, with a Roland 88-key electric piano and matching bench in the back of his truck. His buddy who came along to help unload and move the piano into our house. I quickly learned that I have a new challenge… I have to relearn much of what I used to know about playing a piano and an organ. Now I have a combination at the touch of a button.
No need for any birthday gifts this year… I’ve been blessed!
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