Still Busy Around Here . . .

Here's what we did last night at the Sanatorium: block towers and a raucous dance party around the piano. I haven't played the piano like that in a really really long time. Jonah loved it all.

I remember dancing like that when my dad played those songs. While I have gotten quite rusty on the octaves and the notes aren't as accurate as they used to be, the joy that comes from these songs must be genetic. I love how "The Burning of Rome" and "Ben Hur" link my grandkids and my kids and me to my dad.

Thanks, Dad. Thanks for teaching me to love music. And for letting me dance like a dervish in my nightgown when you played.