What book or movie is it in which some piano virtuoso comes back to a piano after years away and is afraid to play again? I have this vivid picture in my head of him (or her, I can only picture the hands) opening and closing his hands as the pianist musters up courage to touch the keys.
That's how I feel. (Because I used to be a blogger virtuoso, of course!)
I haven't posted in a really long time.
I know you poor souls are all going to look at this because it is going to come up as a new post on Aaron's blog list.
I feel powerful.
Why is it that I feel compelled to tell you how I feel?
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How many of you can instantly recall what you are wearing without looking to see? I frequently have a hard time remembering. "Oh, you like my skirt? Just a minute while I look to see which one it is." Perhaps this is a warning sign of Alzheimers?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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