See you next week!
Hi! Just a quick note to say there wasn't a newsletter last week and there won't be (a full) one this week because I'm in the middle of moving. (I optimistically thought there would be time for me to eke one post out, and I got it started, but it seems I wrote a check my harried brain can't cash.)
I always book dedicated piano movers separately from the house movers, because my baby (the piano) requires special treatment, so there's perpetually that process of telling (and reminding) the house movers to not move the piano. We have a guitar (his) on a stand next to the piano (mine) which historically the piano movers have good-naturedly chucked in their truck, so this week we told the house movers, "Don't move any of the instruments, we'll have other people taking care of that."
I spent half a day huddling in a corner behind the grand piano, trying to not be weird (it was probably a little weird) while the movers packed up all our worldly goods into boxes, and then one of them appeared before me like a kindly sprite in a children's tale, wordlessly holding out a keytar.
I'd forgotten my husband had a keytar.
Then several minutes later, as I was still huddled behind the piano with a keytar next to me, the instrument-bearing messenger materialized before me again, holding out my violin.
It was like being visited by a Greek muse in the form of a buff dude in cargo shorts.
I fully expected to continue being handed instruments through the day that I'd somehow forgotten we had. If the movers had called, "Hey, what should we do with this double bass," I would not have been fazed in the slightest. Nothing reminds you that you are of a Musical Household like having strangers go through all your stuff. 🎹