Photos Copyright: Maggie May
Last time I wrote a post, I was furiously trying to de-clutter (and I still am) but with my son's imminent move now only days away, there is more and more of his stuff coming into my house. I see boxes being smuggled into the loft and I groan.
"Its only the size of a shoebox, Mum", He says. Who is he trying to kid? I see the huge size of them out of the corner of my eye.
Yesterday, he called round with a very heavy coffee table, that has now been dumped into my lounge.
Today, while I was out shopping he called round with a piano/organ already coupled to the mains and being played.
"You can have it for the week," He announced.
I used to have a miniature piano when I first moved into this house but when my children left home, I decided I wanted more space and sold it. The thing I really regret is letting all my music go too. I think it would be worth a lot of money now as much of it was passed down to me by my parents. It would have been classed as vintage.
So there I was, with a small piano/organ and no music.
Not that I can really play. I learnt for a year or two when I was a child but never took any grades.
However, when I was a teenager I could sight read a piece of music and bash out a tune....... slowly...... and painfully.
I went round some charity shops today and asked if any of them had any piano music and one had. They were charging quite a lot though, because, as the saleslady had said, the music is very old. Nothing like rubbing my nose in it.
The pieces I bought were very hard but I hope to practise and improve a bit. My son said that I can go to his house to practise during the day, especially if he is out. It will only be a short walk away.
I am also going out walking more and sometimes the only time I can spare is just around dusk. It is good to watch the changing skies while I do this.
Yes, I think I am getting stronger.