The Piano

He made it happen yesterday. A check on my list.

You know the list... things that must be acquired before the next life. I will learn to play despite my chubby stubby fingers, despite my inability to reproduce tones, and despite the fact that this year I'll be 29 + 1.

It's upright and must be pushed against a wall. He doesn't like my locaiton request; snakes will be moved. Black laquer highlighting the ivory keys makes it perfect. Its ours.

Apparently, his aunt is moving to an unknown location. So unknown, his mother, who helped her pack, does not know. Curious. His cousin learned to play on this piano, so if piano's must be broken-in that feat is accomplished.

I want to learn to read music. I want to play Tupac on command. So - I will.