Thanks for popping in.
Wednesday’s blog. The day when I step away from Clarity and get a little philosophical.
(Am feeling a little jaded after the TV marathon to be frank, so have decided to step away from Clarity for the whole week!)
There are so many craftsmen, so many people out there like us, who work with their hands, aren’t there?
We make art, we make beautiful cards for people, we knit, we sew, we potter (ooh! That’s this afternoon! Can’t wait)
And yesterday, I watched with fascination, as a gentleman called Charles dissected our old piano,
bit by bit,
one piece at a time..
very expertly, very carefully,
…never stopped for even a tea break…
and gently, lovingly – and with great attention to detail – put it back together again.
tested, tested, tested,
The action as he called it, came out and sat on the dining room table at least 20 times.
Patiently and fastidiously he worked away,
repairing, cleaning, reviving the old girl.
Old indeed! But I do love her so!!!
And the craftsmanship of the inner workings of the piano! My oh my!!!!
Look! Hand painted detail everywhere!
I bought her at an auction many, many years ago, when we lived in California.
It was at a charity auction for WEAVE. Women Escaping A Violent Environment. Big political affair it was.
I remember some famous politician’s tie being sold for thousands of Dollars. Well, not that famous to me – I can’t remember his name! Hang on… let me go back into my mind temple…Brown…..WILLIE BROWN! That’s right. He was a black bloke. Nice man. Obviously had a lot of ties!
Anyway, while everybody was bidding on his tie, I bid on the old piano – and won it! Honestly, I remember it so well. I was punching the air with excitement.
And it has been part of my life ever since.
The kids learned to play it. In fact, we all had lessons when they were nippers, and we were back in England.
But work gets in the way, Life puts you in a spin, and before you know it, the old girl is worn out, dusty, and in dire need of some attention. The piano, I mean.
So yeah. Back to Charles. I stopped my Barbie-Action Life for the day, sat with him, watched him work, and we had the best conversation.
About faith, about Life.
It was like getting off the hi-speed train for a day, and taking a stroll in the sunshine.
I promised him that I will find a teacher and learn to play again. That is a desire I have had all my life. Otherwise why would I have bought her all those years ago, in California?
And once Charles has fine-tuned her, my dear friend Shona, who is a retired French Polisher, is going to bring the woodwork back to its former glory, too. (No, Charles isn’t fine-tuning Shona before she starts French polishing! The English language really IS comical, isn’t it)
Nice. Very special people, and very skilled.
Time to go to my pottery class. I LOVE IT !!! Now let me see…shall I try my hand at the wheel? Or stick to finishing my half started coil pot….
Project completion, Gray! Project completion!
Love & Hugs,