I had some time before the mail and lunch and there it was -as always- the piano. It's actually been a very long time since I played the piano, perhaps 40 years except when I'd play some 4 handed fun music with some kids I baby sat for. But today, no one was here and the windows were closed because of air conditioning and I thought I'd see if I had to count the spaces and lines to figure the notes on the music. There was a book of simple arrangements from Oliver so I sat down and surprised myself.......not perfect not timing exactly right (I can here my father even now) but it sounded pretty good and I didn't have to count spaces and lines or even look much to see where my fingers were. My Dad was a professional musician - a violinist, from the time he was very young and gave lessons at 9. He would sit in the next room, reading the paper, suffering through my practicing. Each wrong note would receive a remark like "no". "sharp" or "flat". He continued playing, as a second income, even after he became a chemist, married and had children, . The funny part was that he ran the gamat from Christmas Eve services in a Catholic Church to the burlesque!) I told myself since the right hand has the hardest part (but is the easiest to read for me) it would be good exercise. I enjoyed it so much, I may do it again and maybe by the time the windows are opened, I won't care if anyone walking by hears it.