“It’s easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.”

My mornings are quiet. I have my ritual. I read each paper and take my time. I have two cups of coffee. I share each cup with Henry. He gets about a teaspoon full in his own cup. Jack often disturbs my morning ritual by lying on my newspaper. That drives me crazy, but I don’t move Jack. I just put the paper on top of him. He sleeps.

When I was a little kid, my friends were all from the neighborhood. We were together every day walking to and from school. We played together, but we never rode bikes together. My friend didn’t have a bike because she didn’t want one. My pedaled explorations were by myself.

I remember the most glorious bike moments were when I was riding downhill propelled by the incline with the wind whistling around me. My bike sped all the way down the hill without my pedaling. I’d only hit the brakes before I reached the busy crossroads. I remember my back wheel sliding on the sand when I used my brakes. I used to do that on purpose, sand sliding. It made me feel like a trick rider.

My first grocery order arrived yesterday. It came in three bags. It was mostly dairy and produce with a few boxes of crackers, a small bag of potato chips, sea salt flavor, and tortilla chips. My second grocery order will be here tomorrow. It will have more produce, some beef and a few snacks, maybe more than a few. I’ve been missing snacks.

Every now and then I want salt. I don’t use salt on my food except on French fries and sometimes onion rings because salt tends to become the taste. The food disappears. My occasional need for salt gives me a chuckle and takes me back to the first TV episode of Star Trek and the character Nancy. I have never forgotten the shapeshifter’s name, the character who sucked all the salt out of the doomed crew member. Yesterday I was Nancy. I ate the bag of sea salt chips in one sitting. My lips tingled but I didn’t need salt anymore.

My dance card is mostly empty for the whole rest of the week except for an hour tomorrow morning, my weekly uke lesson. My singing voice is still so off-tune it makes me cringe, but I do know most of my uke chords, the only exceptions being ones we don’t play enough so they stay unfamiliar. I seldom need to look at my fingers anymore. I think I’m learning my uke!

When I was a kid, nobody I knew played a musical instrument. We all reached our musical heights in the first grade rhythm band. My grandparents had a piano in their living but nobody in the family, including them, played. To my grandparents a piano was a status symbol, always dusted, never played.

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2 Comments on ““It’s easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I also have a morning ritual that includes shave, shower, dress, one cup of coffee and reading the news and my email if it’s a workday, Two cups of coffee and I shave, shower and dress after the coffee on the weekends or on work at home days, I like getting up early before everyone else any day because it’s quiet.

    Today’s weather was a repeat of yesterday but a little cooler. Sunny skies and a high temperature around 60°.

    For most of my adult life I didn’t add any salt to my food. I was concerned about my blood pressure because I was having to pass annual airman physicals. As I got older my blood pressure increased anyway and in the last couple of years I have begun to salt my food because my taste buds are getting old. I assume my doctor will just increase my blood pressure medicine. 🙂

    When I was a kid I wanted to play the trumpet like Satchmo or Harry James. I took lessons but I had no talent so I gave up and resolved to just play the stero, CD player and now the iPhone. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      When I worked, I was up every day at 5:15. The problem was my paper wasn’t there so early so I watched the morning news with my coffee. It just wasn’t as satisfying as my papers. Now I sleep late because I am awake late. I take my time every morning.

      I know people who salt their food before they taste it. A couple of times one of my salt shaker friends was here for dinner. I wanted to tell her that salting the food before tasting it means you think my food is not well seasoned. At the finest restaurants tables do not have salt or pepper on them.

      I am actually learning to play the uke!!

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