Yesterday when my grandchildren were here I gave my granddaughter her piano lesson, but my grandson said, “Grandma, could I not have anything new this week since I’m going to be gone all week?” I said, “Sure,” understanding that he will be at Boy Scout Leadership Camp for the week.
“But,” he said, “I can give you a lesson if you want.”
And he showed me how to use Spotify on the computer to create playlists of music. What I noticed while he was doing this was his expert ability in helping me to understand the intricacies of Spotify, and his patience. He allowed me to try everything out so that, as he said, “When I’m not here you’ll be able to do it.” He was a wonderful teacher, and I complimented him on that.
Last night around 4 AM I woke up with severe lower right leg pain and was surprised to see swelling and bruising there. The pain was so intense I had to get up and move around. Eventually I found myself at the computer. Guess what I was doing? I made playlists of piano music, “favorites” (Beach Boys, Elvis, and the like), Christian, Enya, My Fair Lady, and added to my jazz playlist, and it was fun. At the moment I’m listening to piano music as I write. It’s so relaxing and nice to write to musical accompaniment.
And it’s a reminder of the sweetness of yesterday when my grandson was in his element teaching me.