When we moved here, my mom gave me her piano, which had originally been her mom's. (And don't feel so sorry for her for giving up her piano -- my dad replaced it with the baby grand he'd been promising her for decades.) And I was preggers with a giant belly in the way, then had a newborn... and it wasn't until this past spring that I started finding time to play again. Usually just a few minutes in the morning while the kids finished breakfast after I was done already. But my goodness, was I rusty! I played for a couple months that way, then quit over the summer. This is all The Lone Ranger's fault -- I listened to the soundtrack every morning while making and eating breakfast, which meant I wasn't playing music myself.
It has several songs from each movie, with most of my favorite themes represented. I've actually teared up a bit as particular themes I love so much come to life under my own fingers. So delightful.
So anyway, those are my happy Friday ramblings. Have a lovely weekend!