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Lost in thought

Accuracy
Accuracy, a building on NE Alberta Street.

Kicking around opening an Etsy store. I have some odds and ends of things I’ve been making that it occurs to me could go up for sale where people could see them rather than sit in a drawer where I look at them for a while and think, huh, I should give that to someone. It would also encourage me to be more creative again, something I have huge bouts of and then drop again for a while.

I have an Etsy account for commenting right now that is under my full name, and I wouldn’t want that to be my shop name, so I’m trying to come up with something I like. Ideas?

Also, I’ve discovered I’m completely lousy at keeping my book page up to date on here, so I’m setting it to private so that I’m not embarrassed by how it looks (I read much, much more than that would lead you to believe). I think I’m going to use it to keep simply keep track of whether or not I liked it and maybe a thought or two. If I get to the point where I’m consistent with it again, I’ll set it back to public.

I played piano for two and a half hours today and now my wrists hurt a little. I can definitely see improvement already!

Also, we went to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of something today, and the guy who owns it told a story to us. Which was funny, because it was pretty clear I subconsciously made him think of the story. That’s because the story was about me, but he didn’t quite remember that part. Heh. Brian says I owe him because he didn’t rat me out.

Presents

One of the things I got for Christmas was piano lessons from my sister.

Growing up, we both took lessons for a few years, and it stuck with me, while dancing stuck with her. I took lessons until I was about 16, and really enjoyed it. And then I turned into a nasty angry teenager and quit the lessons in favor of going to dance clubs and hanging out and other such silliness.

Living in our cozy apartment in Madison didn’t allow for a piano space-wise, and we knew we’d be moving to Portland and who wants to move a piano that far? So I bought a full-sized, normal amount of keys Casio keyboard to be able to play again. Which went well for a while until the cats discovered ways to torture us.

They learned how to turn it on while we were gone, jack up the volume and hit the “Demo” button, which plays loud bad Salsa music. Luckily the tenant we were renting the upstairs unit to at that time was a nice guy who hung out with us, so he put up with it with grace. Even the one weekend we were gone and they hit the Demo button on that Friday. I think he may have just thought we had lost it and were into really bad Salsa music.

After the cats did that for a while, one of them decided enough was enough and chewed through the power cord, thus ending my piano playing for a few years.

Brian knew I missed it though, and this house had a full grand piano in it when we bought it (alas, we didn’t write the piano into our offer) so for my birthday, he bought a new cord for the keyboard and I’ve been playing a bit. While realizing how much I’ve lost over the years.

So today my piano teacher called to set up our first lesson, and I’ve emailed him back to see what works for him, and I’m going to accidentally torture Brian the way the cats used to torture Albert living upstairs. Heh. Luckily he bought a case of wine for me for Christmas, so he can use some of it to dull the pain.