In 1987 when we were living in Southern Connecticut, San Geraldo had a business trip to San Francisco. I was going with him. It was three months after my father’s death and My Mother The Dowager Duchess was about to turn 60. So we invited her along.
My mother and I sat next to each other on the plane. San Geraldo was one row back. As boarding continued, a very attractive woman came through the door and walked down the aisle toward us. She had red hair and was dressed in teal blue from head to toe.
As the woman approached, The Duchess commented in a stage whisper, “How beautiful.”
We hadn’t noticed that behind her was a little boy. He also had red hair and was dressed entirely in teal blue.
The Duchess stage-whispered, “Cute.”
A moment later, an extremely large man came lumbering down the aisle. He had red hair and also wore teal blue, top to bottom. A matched set.
The Duchess harrumphed, “Well that’s just a bit too much!”
CLICK THE IMAGE AND DECIDE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU. AND DON’T WORRY WHAT THE DUCHESS MIGHT HAVE SAID. SHE HAD A TEAL BLUE “JOGGING SUIT.” SHE DIDN’T JOG.
I DON’T WANT THE
GUITAR, BUT I DO WANT
THE DISPLAY CASE.
We have a new piano! We went Friday to a great music shop, Organigrama Málaga, and the piano was delivered today. San Geraldo had done his research (he plays; I don’t), so there was no real shopping, just paying. While we stood at the counter a rockstar wannabe was trying out an electric guitar. It was painful to hear.
San Geraldo had a piano when we met in 1981, an old baby grand; it was very old and not very grand. He sold the piano before we moved to Los Angeles in 1982. In 1987, after our second move following Los Angeles, I bought him a new upright piano for his birthday. We sold that in 1993 before we moved to San Diego where we bought a new baby grand. That moved to San Francisco with us in 1998. It had to be craned from our driveway onto the third-floor terrace of our house because it wouldn’t fit up the stairs to the living room.
Not wanting to crane it back out, we sold the piano with the house when we left San Francisco in 2000. Then, in 2003 (after yet another move), we bought a digital piano for our home in Santa Barbara. That moved to Las Vegas with us in 2007 and, a year later, we sold it to our neighbours when we began to downsize.
I’d like to take lessons, but I’d also like to immediately be able to play like Elton John.
ROLL OVER, BEETHOVEN.
I might have to lower my expectations before I start. Fortunately, for everyone’s sake, the piano is digital. I can just plug in the headphones and no one will ever know the truth (except me).
I wish that guitar player in the shop had been wearing headphones.
NOW IT’S TIME FOR NEW FLOORS, WOODWORK, AND PAINT.