Now that we have a piano, I figured we might as well get some use out of it.


I’ve been practicing some songs, which is actually pretty laughable because the last official piano lesson I had was probably 35 years ago. At the time, I really didn’t want to take lessons, but agreed to slog through them until I could play the main theme from Star Wars, at which point I would consider myself an accomplished pianist and quit my lessons. And so it was. Now, 35 years later, I can barely read music and I have no idea how to place my hands on the keyboard. But hey, how hard can it be, right?


I’ve managed to figure out a few songs (right hand only!) and even play them in seminary without too many snickers from the kids.

I told my friend Dave– who is a very talented musician– that maybe within a year I’d be at a point where I could jam with him. Hah! Onward and upward.