My mother used to tell me that I have no imagination. Maybe that was her way of expressing disappointment that I didn’t share her enthusiasm for arts and crafts. She loved knitting, making elaborate Halloween costumes, weaving, basketry, arranging flowers. I, on the other hand, can stick a bouquet in a vase. And a few years ago, I learned to knit socks. But after finishing two pairs, I decided it was too labor-intensive and I’d just buy my socks instead, like most people do.
Maybe my mother accused me of having no imagination because she was a risk-taker, and I am a rule-follower. My husband told me once that I might be a happier person if I viewed rules as “suggestions.” The older I get, the more I see his point. My daughter, Jessa, also bemoans my rule-following nature, especially in the kitchen. I typically follow a recipe closely; she gets the general idea, then creates something uniquely her own. At the piano, I’m a rule-follower as well, playing the notes on the page rather than improvising.
I have my moments, though. When Jessa lost her first tooth, for example, and tucked it under her pillow for the tooth fairy, I swapped the tooth for a quarter, a dime, and a nickel. Nothing new there. But I also sprinkled a trail of glitter from her second-story bedroom window, across the carpeting, to her bed. The next morning, Jessa was pleased with the money, but she was enchanted by that fairy dust.
This is my 100th post in a little over 2 years of blogging as the Volunteer Pianist. I’ve tried to cover a wide range of topics so that there’s something for everyone—the same approach I take in preparing music programs for my senior audiences. My blog topics have ranged from earworms to fireflies, cowboy songs to boogie woogie, Allan Sherman to Nat King Cole.
I’ve written about my Irish grandfather and my German grandmother. I’ve described volunteer experiences that amused me and confused me, and a few that made me want to go home. I’ve told love stories and—because they seem to be my readers’ favorites—more love stories.
So it turns out that I do have an imagination. Even if I don’t plan to knit socks anytime soon.
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