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Hello, Insomnia!

Good early morning, my friends. Insomnia came to visit me this morning. I woke up at 2:55 am, decided to go ahead and take my medicine and crawled back into bed. That was followed by very light rest and tons of tossing and turning until I decided to get up at 4:55. Now here I am, talking to you at 5:21 am, coffee next to me, and enjoying the silence.

This week has been different. I harvested a shirt load of jalapeños from the garden (literally, a shirt load), more moonflowers have bloomed, I was able to fit into the pants my mom got me for my birthday this year, and we got rid of our piano. Yep.

Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. My brain misses the piano. I’ll admit, the living room is awful empty without it. I don’t remember much of life before we got the piano, but I remember when we got it. I was 4. Mom wanted both me and my sister to have some musical training. She was living vicariously through us. Mom has always longed to learn how to play the piano, but bad things always happen when she starts to learn.

For instance, when I was little, she started getting lessons from this lady she was good friends with. Within a couple of weeks, we had a major car wreck- a drunk driver hit us and we went over 4 lanes of traffic and hit a tree. We hit the tree so hard that mom broke the steering wheel with her sternum. This was when airbags weren’t standard. We all had our seatbelts on, thank God. Mine left a deep bruise, and they had to peel it off me. My sister’s belt failed and she hit the headrest of the front seat and had a big goose egg on her forehead. I think, though, if I remember correctly, mom had tried to learn piano when she was a young woman and ended up having some kind of freak accident and broke her foot. I could be misremembering, but I’m thinking mom told me about something like that.

That car wreck was either 1992 or 1993. Mom stopped pursuing piano until 2003 when she was getting lessons from the pastor’s wife of the church we were attending. Guess what happened…..yep. Major car wreck. This time, we were t-boned, and I was sitting at the point of impact. Everyone else had bumps and bruises. I spent three days in the hospital with cracked ribs, bruised kidney, bruised spine, all kinds of goodies.

Think mom stopped? For a while. Last year, she decided to download this app that teaches you to play piano. Guess what happened. Not even two weeks after she started playing that app, she fell. Y’all pretty much know about that. Shattered shoulder, surgery, therapy, lack of healing, and here we are over a year later.

I say all that because we were talking about memories of the piano after it had gone to it’s new home. Which, by the way, I met the new owner. Young man, maybe early 20s. I believe he may be autistic, or at least on the spectrum. He seemed very excited to have it and promised me he’d take good care of it. I gave him some theory books and a few music books as well.

I am planning on getting another piano. Probably a digital one. They have a full keyboard, but are a little smaller, and they have headphone jacks for those sleepless nights. They’re a little out of my budget at the moment, but they are relatively affordable compared to my dream baby grand. 😍 I would LOVE a baby grand. The sound quality is bar none. Alas, they are pricey and I don’t have the money OR the space for one. A girl can dream, though!

Well, enough rambling from me. My coffee is getting cold and I guess I can take this early morning as an opportunity to get some laundry done. Or get an early shower. Something. As my Gran used to say, “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.”

Until next time, stay healthy my friends! 🤗

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