we have got a piano!!!!

it arrived yesterday. I think this just about completes the list of demands polite requests that I moved in with over twelve years ago when I first came to live with Tim. Actually, it was not at my request that the piano finally arrived. It was only after Sara had taken over a year of piano lessons on the 5-octave electric keyboard that Tim finally said, "Sara's worked really hard at this and it would sound so much nicer on a piano..."

I bought the keyboard for myself, a couple of Christmases ago, because I was so homesick for the American tunes to "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem" and "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear."

May I add here: The genius of Mozart, the REAL genius of Mozart, is not that he wrote amazing music. It's not even that he wrote quite a bit of amazing music that any old dope with a little bit of musical ability can play. The REAL genius of Mozart is that he wrote quite a bit of amazing music that is relatively simple to play AND--this is the genius part--he makes you feel like a virtuoso while you're playing it.