The Gift of Music

I’m thankful for music. Maybe that’s silly, but I am. I’m thankful to be able to listen to and enjoy music, and I’m thankful for my meager ability to make music. I took piano lessons as a child and am probably not the only adult who wishes that she’d practiced more as a kid. When I first moved away from home, I couldn’t take my piano with me. Since then, I’ve wanted a piano but it was never practical to have one. Last summer, however, after I moved into my townhouse, a friend called and said “I have a question for you. Would you like a free piano?” Would I!!!! Turned out that a friend of theirs had a piano that no one was playing, it was just in their house collecting dust. He wanted to give it – not sell, but give it – to someone who would play it and appreciate it. “Well,” I said, “that would be me!” My friend told me that she had seen the piano and that it was in good shape. Her husband recruited some friends of his who were helping him with some work at their house and they moved the piano for me. I spent $300 getting it tuned and having some work done on the action and it works fine. I’m thankful for my piano and for the friends who helped me get it.