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Tonight, I was driving home from work at 11:30, listening to CBC Radio 2 (I'm becoming more and more fond of the classical station), which has a jazz show on at night. First, it reminded me of the jazz bar that Esther and I went to in Nice.

Secondly, I realized that I haven't touched a piano since December, and that makes me very sad. It almost makes me wish that I was taking lessons again, just so that I would have that excuse to play. Not that I have time to practice for 2 hours a day, but something better than five months without playing at all. I have to be able to strike a happy medium somewhere in there.

When I have my own house, one of the first things I'm buying is a piano. There's absolutely no way I want to move one as many times as I seem to move, but there's absolutely no way I'll settle for a keyboard, so it seems that I am at an impasse with myself. Best solution? Buy a house, then put the piano in it.

Last year, so many of my little extras included playing... it's nice to be working on something, just so that I can actually be forced to take the time to play, and practice, and work on something. It would be nice to work up some of my more difficult classical stuff again--if I had the time, to work on some of the grade 10 pieces that I've got, the ones I never studied, just for the discipline.

Funny. The things I complained most about when I actually had to do them are the very things I miss most, now that I have some choice in the matter. Maybe "Mom really does know best"?
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