Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sing us a song, you're the piano girl!
We finally have a real piano!!! About a month ago Kitt's music was having a piano sale so my mom and I went to check it out. I called S. at work to have him help me decide. He basically gave me the go-ahead to get the one I wanted. It took me a while to decide, but I finally went for the nicer of the two I had narrowed it down to--a Kawai upright. It has the sound of a baby grand, and basically the only way up is to a grand piano. S.'s only comment was, "Do you really need a concert piano?" My reply, "No, but Boo might" (Seriously, she is amazing. Yesterday she played Ode to Joy by ear).
A couple features I love about it--the middle pedal you can move to the left to make it quiet. Unfortunately, Boo has figured out how to take it on and off, but the Little Man hasn't. I still have SOME sanity. And it has a slow fall cover for the keys--no smooshed fingers like on my mom's baby grand. For a few days after getting it S. would joke about getting his plasma tv now, but I clearly pointed out that something to develop a talent came before entertainment. We have a rule that you have to wash your hands before you play it. Boo is so good about it, and she always makes sure I have washed mine when I'm playing, too.
I think I can start to get over my bitterness towards my oldest sister getting my mom's upright. Here's the story: My mom used to tell us that the best pianist would get her upright after she got her baby grand. I practiced, and practiced and waited for the competition (okay, not really, but I still was up for the fight). Enter oldest child: the one who told my mom her secrets, the one with the big mouth (yes, Jean, you, but you never read this so why am I writing it?). She gets married, owns a house in Atlanta, and gets a calling at church to be the primary pianist. No more competition. Oldest child wins out--she gets the piano. My other sister, Mary and I are thinking, temporary, right? We are the ones who can actually play (no offense, Jean). Jeannie moves up here, and Mary now has a house (so it took us a little while to have a house), strange thing happens--Jeannie gets to KEEP the piano. First children always get the best stuff. Maybe parents do love their first a little more...(not me, Little Man, I love you both).
Posted by Jules at Thursday, October 11, 2007