I am the lone non-musician at my house.
We have a violinist, a pianist, and a guy who could make music from a soup can and twine if he had to.
It's not like I'm tone-deaf or anything; I just don't have a handle on an instrument.
Still, I was as thrilled and satisfied as the rest of them when, this weekend, our great piano search culminated in... a piano! (Small One's been learning on an electric keyboard for a couple of years and was ready for something with wood and strings and soul...)
But when you're shopping via Craigslist and estate sales, you don't necessarily find the find on your first go-round.
Or the third.
Or the fifth.
Patience is a virtue and we now have the instrument we were meant to have.
There is jockeying around who gets to give it a go.
The dog howls.
The air reverberates.
Even I can't resist...
middle C vibrates --
who knows which note should follow?
birds, just passing through?
-- Liz Garton Scanlon