today is, in theory, my day off. But my god-children are coming this weekend, and I haven’t done the magazine yet, and I’m still working on inspires, and I need to do a serious amount of work on the long neglected web page, and there’s the pew sheet for Sunday, and…
all of that depends on the computer.
So, when I came home at lunch time to find there was no electricity I was (ahem…) devastated, of course.
Fortunately there was plenty else to do, for my god-children are coming at the weekend, and I need to get the house ready. I couldn’t do washing, of course, nor hoovering. Dusting was not very likely (it’s family). But I could rearrange the downstairs now that the piano is in place.
When I moved here, I tucked the piano up in the smallest room, seeking privacy in the hopes that I would play. The truth is, I’ve hardly touched it. I’m not really able to play, you see, and I get very frustrated with what I cannot do. So, the piano room became the junk room. (one of the junk rooms…)
But everything is changing for my piano. No more will it languish out of sight.
Yesterday, the incredibly kind undertaker-cum-furniture auctioneer came with four strong young men to shift the thing down the stairs and into the living room.
So today, we’ve been playing. Finally after 13 months, I’ve unpacked some of the pictures. Molly kindly posed in her favourite position so that I could place them around her.
We put up mirrors, and dusted frames. We remembered all the people who’d given us the pictures, the places we’d bought them, the memories they evoke.
And all because of Music Night.
Recently, we’ve had to rethink how we do music at St Mary’s. Continue reading “music night” →