I simply forgot about dinner tonight, and everything else. I have been playing for nearly two hours, and I feel I haven’t made a dent in getting re-acquainted with my piano.
It feels familiar in good ways. . .and different in good ways. And I love, love, love the way it looks.
I’ve been asked what the first piece was going to be that I would play on it. Without a doubt, it was going to be the Brahms Intermezzo Opus 118, No. 2, and for the record, it was. After I built up some courage, I tried out some muscle memory with the Chopin 3rd Ballade in A-flat Major, Opus 47 and then skimmed my way through various Bach, Schumann, and Schubert numbers. I didn't worry about not playing very well; I was just happy to be playing. On my re-imagined, reconstituted piano. I ended up with the Broadway showtunes and jazz pieces that have been favorites in this house for many years. In between, I was giving phone reports to Akemi, Donald, Kelly, and Annette.
Two blog posts in one day; you can tell today was important. Besides which, I was a teen-ager the last time I put the priority on practicing over eating.