A Piano

I have been suffering from piano withdrawal this week. Only one month without my old friend and I find myself day dreaming about ways to play.

Buying any new piano is so far beyond my means that I might as well be looking for a Steinway Grand. Buying a used piano is not even really within the bounds of what I can afford unless someone is feeling very altruistic and almost wanting to give one away. Then there is the matter of transporting the creature from its old home to mine. The last time I had to do that it cost $200 to go about six blocks.

A keyboard would need weighted keys and enough keys and a decent sound, or it would be like drinking imitation lemonade. It might look like the real thing, but my senses would know the difference and never be satisfied.

I tried to think of people I know who have a piano, but it seemed like a rather awkward situation. Then I came up with a solution.

Today I played in the geriatric wing of our local hospital! I have to admit, playing for people always makes me a little nervous until I know what they expect and I hadn't played for a while and I used their music so I was sight reading and one of my worst nightmares came true. The lady sitting at the table behind me was a music major from Millikin University....

...and it was wonderful all around.