This week, Frank invites us to share something that is a part of our life.
His photo of one of his Cardigan Welsh Corgis is wonderful, and for me it would be pretty easy to fill a post with yet more pictures and stories of Maggie.
Dogs have always been a part of my life, from a young child to the present day. My Dad was good with animals, dogs in particular, which is probably one of the things handed down to me in the genes along with my natural gift of music.
Music has played (brilliant pun) a big part in my life and has seen me through some highs and lows. It was my life saver some thirty years ago and has brought pleasure to many I understand, frustration to several and amusement to others.
I can sit at a piano and tinkle away for hours, never playing the same tune twice, picking up a theme of the movies, The Beatles, Love Songs or the like.
I was a thumper in my younger days, not exactly bashing the keys with my fists, but liked to make myself heard, bum notes and all.
Some tunes I can play but don’t because I personally find them dull, dire and dingy. Mull of Kintyre springs to mind immediately here, yet it was a hit for Paul McCartney in 1977.
There are others I can add twiddly bits as Hubby calls them, or slow the tempo, replace major chords with minor and vice versa, changing the entire tone (another pun, aren’t they great?) of the original melody.
Some I play will bring tears to my eyes as I remember the person I most associate with the piece. I’ve mentioned in previous posts Danny Boy, Everything I Own, and for my Mum, The Wind beneath my Wings, which I play every time I sit down at the keyboard.
Shortly before we sold the cottage, I sold my piano (I reblogged the post in September). It was just as well as we would never have got it on the boat! However, when we had made enquiries about having a boat made to our own specification some years before, we were told that if we provided the dimensions and weight, they would design the boat around it!