― Eleanor H. Porter, Pollyanna
I had a happy Thanksgiving. Oh, it wasn't perfect. There were conspicuous absences at my dining room table, I completely forgot about the dinner rolls, and I cried when my brother and his wife left to go home at the end of the day. But none of us left the table hungry, we enjoyed our traditional hearing of the Chipmunks Christmas CD and viewing of Scrooged afterwards, and my sister-in-law and I even managed to sneak in a bit of talk about beads and soap.
Also, my brother brought me flowers.
|Aren't they pretty?|
My piano teacher pal Natalie and I are planning a duo piano recital in May, and since I am blessed with TWO acoustic pianos, we are rehearsing at my house. The problem with the configuration I had before was that we couldn't see each other when we were practicing. My studio is oddly shaped and on the small side, so I wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. Natalie suggested a scale diagram; made sense before moving 1200 pounds of piano. This is what I came up with.
A pan of lasagna and a basket of garlic bread was sufficient
bribe incentive to get three teenage boys to negotiate the move. This is what the room looks like now.
|Two acoustic pianos side by side.|
|Digital pianos back to back.|
|A cozy nook for mandolin/clarinet/Irish whistle practice.|
It's been a challenging year in a lot of ways, not just for me but for almost everybody else I know. I don't know about you, but there are moments I question the meaning of life and my purpose on this planet. I may never find the answers, but I refuse to stay stuck for long. Like Pollyanna, I will continue to search for the good in everything. In the meantime, I will spend time at the piano, knit another scarf, try a new soap recipe. And if something isn't working, I will find a way to change it.
You may be the only person left who believes in you, but it's enough. It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness. Never give up.
― Richelle E. Goodrich