Maybe you think Earl and I are taking a quick trip to Key West, FL. Or maybe you think we’ve already gone and returned with great memories. While we love the Florida Keys, nothing could be further from the truth.
Which is that I returned to regular piano lessons today after a two month break. It’s the eighty-eight black and white keys on a piano that I’m referring to. How I missed them.
Sure, I doodled and noodled on the piano while keeping doctors’ appointments and physical therapy appointments and watering my flowers this summer. Sure, it was great not to revisit scales and chords and arpeggios. Or keep a log of my progress. And given what else was going on, it was the right thing to do.
But now that I’m back to regular practice and a key a week to master, it’s as great as the first days of summer. Sorry, Key West! It wasn’t you this time.
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