Okay, seriously.

If I were to meet a guy named Ty Curry. I would marry him. He has no idea. He’d have an instant family, though. David John is part of the package. The bunnies, too.

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Two weeks ago today, our apartment got a couch. Becky bought it, and it was delivered to our humble abode. The couch likes us. We like the couch. 

I haven’t taken a nap on it yet, but boy, are some houseguests lucky to be able to break it in like that. 

Yes, you know who you are.

One arrives tomorrow night and will stay through Monday.

Another one arrives next Thursday and will stay through the following Monday.

Hurry up already.

High school friends. They’re so awesome.

I can’t read bass clef worth beans. And, I love Thai curry.

So, I pretty much plunked through the same song as yesterday. If I go slow enough, I can make the soprano-alto (right hand) sound pretty good. For most of the time, though, I played the soprano line, which was a fun little exercise in thirds in the key of F. Plus, the time signature was 3/4, and I cannot express how much I love that time signature. 6/8 is pretty fun too. Anything with an emphasized 1st (4th) beat and triple feel. It just feels like it can’t stop moving.

The tenor-bass (left hand) I didn’t even think to try until the last 10 minutes. I’ve been playing clarinet since I was twelve, and all I really studied beyond 7th grade was treble clef. Yes, we definitely play in the lower registers, but my music is written relative to the treble clef. I can look at a note on the staff and name it. I cannot do that in the bass clef. The association is more relative: if I know how many spaces are between each note and middle C, I have a better time of it. And then I can only do the tenor line.

Nothing really creative with the piano playing; it’s all left-brain stuff – identifying notes, playing the related keys on piano. My right hand has the benefit of being on the dominant side, as well as rote and muscle memory from training in band. My left hand sometimes feels like a vestigial organ. I hardly ever use it, except to type. But if I evolved such that I could type with only my right hand, my left hand would become useless and eventually shrivel up, and maybe fall off. Remember the prehensile tails we used to have?

Both hemispheres work at the same time when I play lefty, though. Left brain interprets notes or at least determines them relatively, while the right brain commands my fingers to press the keys. Interestingly, my left hand had a better time of finding the correct keys to press. It’s not pretty, like I don’t have that thumb-under/middle-finger-over-the-hand form as my fingers travel the keyboard, but my left hand just seems to know where the keys are.

But, to get me to play with both hands? At the same time? Too many brain parts working at the same time. A short circuit would be inevitable.

I love Thai curry. In case you didn’t know.