Random story up ahead! :
Every Tuesday morning we go to my piano teacher’s house. It’s way up high on a very steep hill. I have no clue how they got it up there. But every week mom pushes the minivan up the hill somehow, and we head in to my lesson. At least two minutes before we have to get out of the car and go inside, I start frantically cutting my nails. My piano teacher is very much opposed to long nails. She says (and I’m paraphrasing here) that we can all afford to give up a little vanity in our lives. I get the feeling that she thinks I keep them long because it’s the fashion or something, but the truth is that I’m lazy, and it’s very hard for me to cut the nails on my right hand. Sad. Anyway, she has threatened to cut my nails for me several times in the past, and two weeks ago she did it. Yes, you read that right. She got her fancy-schmansy little leather nail-kit, opened it, and took out a fancy-schmansy little pair of nail-scissors. And she cut my nails. It was embarrassing to say the least, but I lived. Thank goodness it’s my own fault and that she’s my friend, or else I’m afraid would’ve been rather mad.
Ah yes. My piano teacher is the source of many entertaining stories…
I actually don’t know why I shared that particular story with you all. I think it’s because I feel like I don’t have very much to write about right now. The ACT is over, Gospel meetings ended temporarily yesterday 🙁 , the Nosey-book fiasco is done with… things are really calm right now!! Well relatively calm…
Trisha
Oh man, you have brought back some piano teacher memories. I had one who taught me how to wash my hands correctly and checked to make sure I was doing it. She also was known to poke me in the middle of my back if I were caught slouching. She was also a nut about the nails!
The sad part is that I did not get piano lessons. I would love to be able to play the piano, but did not get the chance nor have the discipline to play the piano. It is even better than that. The older I get, the more I want to have stories like that to tell!
Trisha
You have plenty of other stories! It isn’t to late to take lessons Ken. Then your kids can remind you to practice, practice, practice! :). I remember my piano lessons after school were an hour long and I was so tired some days I would almost be falling asleep. I’d make a mistake then and have to start alllllll over again.
That is certainly true. No if only had the time. I hope you continue to play some, Trisha!
Just chew them off, they will all ways be short and it gives you something to do in the car.