I think I’m going to join a group named “Rusty Keys.”  A group of women who learned an instrument in their youth and then let it go and get “rusty.”

I played my marimba for them last month and they invited me to come back.  I think I will get my piano skills back to work.  I played the piano for the church before I moved here to Edmond, and then I quit.

I did some interesting Piano pieces before I got married a million years ago--which definitely qualifies me as rusty.  I think I can get Claire de Lune back in shape if I try.

Why do we let things slip?