Behold, our new baby:
The little dear arrived safely yesterday, and is 45" high and weighs a ton. I'm glad I didn't have to do the pushing on this one.
Playing the piano is like riding a bicycle: you never really forget how to do it, but if it's been a while you feel rusty and a bit embarrassed to do it in front of anyone. Flipping through our new book of piano classics, I recognized a lot of old friends. I'm not sure they recognized me, though. Well, you know the old joke.
Q: How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
A: Practice, practice, practice.