A sweet custodian/security guard at Drew’s school gave us a piano. That’s right, he gave one to us. We were actually looking on Craig’s list for a used one for Christmas — they seemed around 600 dollars for a cheaper model. We will have to get it tuned, but Conner’s already had his first lesson (John Tompson, the same book I did) and did a little theory. Tonight, during prayers he asked Heavenly Father to make him better at the piano and to bless the man that brought it to us. So far, so good. I’ll give him a couple weeks til’ he’s yelling obscenities and saying he doesn’t want to practice. I think that’s how long it took my brother.
Since this family is never short on music — I got a babysitter last night, and went to Drew’s band competition in San Jose. It was nice, I’d never been to a full competition (i’ve been to a few, but I’ve had kids molesting me the whole time) — so it was nice to see how it all works here. The band did a great job, they have a really hard show this year, so I bet once they clean it up and everything they’re gonna rock it hard.
And now, it’s time to kick Drew off the piano so I can watch some Tivo.
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