You know, I really love playing the piano. When we sold the house, I lent the piano to close friends Maria and Fougere. However, a few months ago they moved to Africa. Now the piano resides in our (climate controlled) storage unit in Maryland. The piano is fine. I’m just not. I really need to buy a keyboard. David is more lucky in that he plays a smaller instrument (Clarinet) and it stows away easily here on the boat. He also whistles amazingly well. Lucky guy. We’re both interested in picking up a guitar so that may be my “new” instrument. David says he’s getting tired of my out-of-tune singing…must find an instrument! LOL.
My god Brenda, that is one beautiful looking grand piano ( or maybe a baby grand? ) and that wonderful room to play your piano there… I well understand you missing it. You might find some consolation by having a harmonium onboard your very nice looking boat btw. Cheers, Joe
I miss my piano too. I might be terribly late to the party, but amidst the uncertainty in my life my piano unfortunately didn’t make it out with me. And I wasn’t that great either, I was decent at best. Yet I loved that thing, I love it so much. I am bidding my time, waiting for it to show up in my room, like it always has been. Even when I wasn’t playing it I would be around it. I would play random notes while watching YouTube or Netflix, inaudible over the sound of whatever show or video I was watching. A pointless activity, you might think; but it was like petting a dog. There was something comforting about it. The week before I left it I think I was upset with it. I didn’t touch it, annoyed at how frustrating a new piece can be. And I despised it that while, I didn’t even lift the cover. Sometimes I would do that, I would be upset at it for none of its own fault, but mine. I regret it, I wish I played one last time, I wish I said goodbye. I wish in the last week I tried all the whacky songs that I never got down, and played old classics that I learned with that thing of beauty. I miss my piano, I miss my piano dearly.