Today I had to be at a doctor’s appointment at 9 and get back here by 10 for the movers to bring end tables, lamps, pictures for the walls and my piano.  “Piano” being the operative word.  I had been the pianist for my church before I moved to Edmond 9 years ago--or maybe it was 10 years?

Anyway, I had been negligent to practice since then, because--no!! No reason for “because.”  I just quit.”  I played my marimba for groups on a regular basis, but not the piano.

So after the movers left, I sat down to play, without a clue as to how rusty I had become.  It was terrible.  Three sharps, four flats, etc.  Brain to fingers wasn’t functional.  The only cure will be to start all over again.  Key of C.  One sharp---what key is that?????  etc. etc.  My cousin Ann lives here and I am going to have to go take literacy piano all over again.  Training my fingers to function will be easy compared to that.  All I have to do is do it.  Sit down and play.