The piano; the sports
We’re not a musical family. Karin plays her clarinet sometimes, and a smidgeon of guitar. The children strum on toy ukeleles. That’s all.
BUT today we acquired a piano from my cousin, Annie, and her husband, Johnny, who are moving out of their house and distributing their possessions.
(I’ve long dreamed of learning to play the Rach. 3.)
Alas, we couldn’t fit the piano into our house. Our entrance is too small. We had to leave the piano in our already-too-cluttered garage.
This story isn’t over. (It had better not be.)
STAY TUNED.
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This morning, I wore my Chicago Bears t-shirt to a medical appointment and then had to endure a barrage of small-talk on that subject.
Caleb Williams is on the cover of this year’s Madden, said the doctor.
I did see that, I acknowledged.
Do you believe in the Madden curse?, said the doctor.
I told him I did not.
(We returned to the reception area.)
Don’t let Andrew know you’re a Bears fan, the doctor said in a loud voice, tilting his head toward one of his half-dozen flunkies.
Yes, they’re very bad, I said, attempting to nip the issue in the bud. (Actually, the Bears weren’t bad last year.)
But you’re loyal, right?, they all insisted.
I gave them the most woeful look I could, to convince them of my bonafides.
(I am loyal to the Bears, but I do not respect them.)
BUT today we acquired a piano from my cousin, Annie, and her husband, Johnny, who are moving out of their house and distributing their possessions.
(I’ve long dreamed of learning to play the Rach. 3.)
Alas, we couldn’t fit the piano into our house. Our entrance is too small. We had to leave the piano in our already-too-cluttered garage.
This story isn’t over. (It had better not be.)
STAY TUNED.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
This morning, I wore my Chicago Bears t-shirt to a medical appointment and then had to endure a barrage of small-talk on that subject.
Caleb Williams is on the cover of this year’s Madden, said the doctor.
I did see that, I acknowledged.
Do you believe in the Madden curse?, said the doctor.
I told him I did not.
(We returned to the reception area.)
Don’t let Andrew know you’re a Bears fan, the doctor said in a loud voice, tilting his head toward one of his half-dozen flunkies.
Yes, they’re very bad, I said, attempting to nip the issue in the bud. (Actually, the Bears weren’t bad last year.)
But you’re loyal, right?, they all insisted.
I gave them the most woeful look I could, to convince them of my bonafides.
(I am loyal to the Bears, but I do not respect them.)