Hello Piano

Recently I inherited a piano from a good friend of a good friend.  It sits snuggly in the corner of my living room.

Yesterday I had the piano tuned for the first time in 20 years.

The gentleman arrives, proud to be tuning piano’s for 52 years – 52 YEARS!  He is slightly stooped and tells me how thankful he is that at 72 he is still able to get out and do the thing he loves – tune piano’s.

He follows me into the living room and I point to the piano.  He puts down the case he has brought along. It looks similar to a traveling farm animal vet case.  It is a gently worn, hard, black leather covered case.

He sets out on his business of tuning my piano.

He plays a little ditty and promptly clicks his tongue and makes a disapproving noise.

He takes the top cover off and promptly clicks his tongue and makes a disapproving noise.

“Lots of dust,” he briskly comments.

I grab the vacuum, plug it in, turn it on and hand it to him.

He puts his hand over the end of the vacuum to check the suction and promptly clicks his tongue and makes a disapproving noise.

“You may also need a cloth,” he stoically states.

I grab a cloth and help him wipe down the inside of the piano and then I slither off like an unworthy child to my kitchen.  I sit silently and peer around the corner to watch him work.

He progresses with the tuning.

“This is a good little piano and it will be alright with some care,” he announces after an hour and a half of tuning.

Before he leaves he gives me a few additional tips and suggestions.

1. Play my piano
2. Have my piano tuned regularly
3. Buy a humidifier for the winter time and if I am really serious like he is, install one on my furnace!
4. Buy a new vacuum


Live Forward

The last week I have been having a difficult time staying focused on my personal projects; a term that I have grown to really like.

At work we give important titles and elaborate explanations to the tasks that we are being paid to complete. When we strip away the title, the importance of being important, who and what are we then? What ignites us and what is our passion?

These are questions I have been working on answering these past few months. I am finding it much simpler to ask questions than it is to answer them, or perhaps having difficulty implementing change once I have answers?

It is experience that make us interesting but by golly some days I am done with this thing called experience. I want to hang it up on a wall and let the cobwebs grow.

Fortunately there is only one option; to keep experiencing and finding our way. To face the fear, appreciate that we may never understand and continue making the effort. To trust instinct, pick a destination – simply Live Forward