Musings

Out of all of The Native's Mr. T likes the piano the least. If you sat and watched one of his lessons you'd have to take a break half way through. It truly is painful. At least it looks and sounds painful and must be because Mr. T moans and groans and gnashes his teeth and slams his hands down and complains and through it all......his teacher sits here patiently with a smile, every once in awhile letting a chuckle or grin escape....(personally I don't know how his teacher can be so patient, I'd smack Mr. T if he were my student).... because here's the deal.

Mr. T carries on like nobodies business yet take this piece he is playing for example. It is only a small part of the piece. It took him weeks, months to pass off this song. The tears that were shed and the names that the piano was called. The piano still has red cheeks! The piano shouldn't though because Mr. T is always goofing around on the piano doing things like trying to see how fast he can play the above piece. The piece that he hated and was NEVER going to pass off and the piano that he hates playing.....which he can't stay away from......because he is too busy playing all of the songs that he JUST HATES and was NEVER going to pass off......

I'm sure there is some wisdom to this post, like if you work at something hard enough you'll grow to love it. I don't think so though because I've been working hard for years at things like dishes, laundry, scrubbing, and I sure as heck don't love those things and can't see myself ever loving them! (And no snotty comments from the peanut gallery stating the obvious......that I don't work very hard at those things anymore and it is The SM who is now doing them......that's beside the point. I've put in my hours, days, years!!)

What ever the wisdom....I sure get a kick out of seeing Mr. T who "hates it"..... playing the piano.