Rain off and on all day with more promised for tomorrow. I guess we need it, but as a recovering sicky the last thing I need is to be out running around in the rain. Missed my walk today, but it never got warmer than 44º and that's just a tad chilly for me.
So I stayed indoors. Played piano. Cannot tell you how happy it makes me to be able to sit down at the piano, open a piece of music and play it. When I started teaching myself to play around 6 years ago I didn't know how it would turn out. Would I ever get past little nursery rhymes and songs? Well I have. According to the music I play I am an advanced intermediate to early advanced. I'm proud of me. Do I play everything correctly, no, do I sit up straight and strong, no, is my interpretation of the music always correct, no. But oh it sounds so good and it flows, I don't have to look at my hands, they know where they're going long before the rest of me knows. In fact the best way to slow me down is to have me look at my hands.
Could I have had a teacher, yes, taken lessons, yes, learned to make it all correct, yes. But that's not me, the journey is the best part. I play music I use to struggle with and I play it well.
My favorite music, and it surprises me as much as it does Mac, is 17th and 18th century music. Who knew, we thought I'd learn to play rock and play duets with him.
Can I play anything by heart, no. I envy Mac that. He picks up his guitar and with no music off he goes. I have to have the music. That's ok though, my head is stuffed with enough other stuff without putting a bunch of music in there. Actually the music is there, I hear it and know what's to come, it's just the individual notes that aren't there. They're in my music books safe and sound.