Corey's Spot

Yesterday I moved Corey upstairs to a corner of the dining room, near the window.  This is a major improvement.  Before this, he was downstairs in the exercise room, and if I wanted to play, I had to wind my way through the entire house--down the hall, through the kitchen, down the basement stairs, through the basement great room (turning on lights as I went) and into the exercise room.  It wasn't easy to sit down and play a song or two for fun, so my playing slacked off.  Then I went into the hospital, and the entire kidney stone wiped out my life.  I stopped playing entirely.

Moving Corey was an attempt to get my life back.  With him upstairs within easy reach, I can play a little bit or do serious practicing any time I want, and it's harder to put it off.

But Corey was dusty and even had a fleck of what looked like mold on him.  I made up some soapy water and cleaned him until he shined, then checked the tuning.  I also put stick-on pads under the feet of my music stand and my harp stool so they wouldn't scratch the floor.  I played for quite a while, and it was a nice thing.

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