The Insides of Our Piano

Our piano is in the process of being repaired. It's lying on its back in our dining room with the action taken out and the keyboard removed. I've never seen the guts of a piano before and I am compelled by its architecture. It's about eighty years old, and cleaned up, it hardly shows its age.

Memory of the Week...

Charlie pushing himself fully up on all fours for the first time and laughing each time he did it - so pleased with himself. The thing I will remember most about Charlie's babyhood is the uncomplicated happiness he has that goes far beyond what any of the rest of us can ever muster. I feel as if I can sail through any hardship buoyed by his smiles and his soulful belly laughs.