Ursula is, at this very moment, playing the piano. We were blessed a few months ago by the sudden appearance of a free piano. A friend called and asked if we wanted it AND her husband would bring it over the next day. We thought this over for about 4 seconds and accepted. I mean you can’t look a gift piano in the mouth, right?
The key word in her offer was “deliver”. It seems they had already lined up a truck, piano dolly and friends to help pick up their new piano, they just needed to get rid of the old one. So just like that, voila, a new piano was ours the very next day.
Ursula plays it constantly. Loudly. I now know why they make piano “mufflers”. In fact, I now know that they even make piano mufflers. Although this revelation wasn’t as shocking as the Scrabble rule thing. It seems that other people are bothered by the loud vibrations too.
She is actually getting much better so the grating-on-nerve factor has gone down significantly. It’s pretty much an issue of volume. I had to make a few rules, like no playing during school time, or sleeping time, or when I am trying to think time. She is playing right now and I can still type. She hasn’t lost her enthuisiasm, but when I asked her last night how she can play sooooo much, she said that her teacher told her to play a song every time she walks by the piano. She plays the entire book! (Every time she walks by…)
