There has been a new addition to the living room.
I'm following through on my dream of learning, or relearning, to play the piano. I realized this fall that a keyboard actually works better for me at this point, space and portability-wise and will meet my needs while I start out and figure out if this is something I am going to stick with and pursue or not. If it sticks, and I still want a piano, I will buy one.
The picture that was between the cabinets had to be moved to accommodate the keyboard. And the print I rather absently mindedly stuck up there needs to be centered. At least until I find something I love to occupy that place.
I've been playing every day for at least an hour, and often more, even though the first couple of weeks I really just picked out melodies and a few simple harmonies, mostly just reviewing the hymns to be sung in church each Sunday. This was mostly so I could figure out the alto parts, if I didn't know them, or figure out suitable harmonies for my rather limited range. I don't know that it matters, as I sing rather softly anyway, and have trouble sustaining a note and carrying a tune, but I love to sing, even softly, and picking at the piano was a good excuse at refamiliarizing myself with the keyboard.
Last week I started practicing more formally, actually working on a few chords and simple pieces using both hands, rather than simply picking melodies, and reacquainting myself with the pedals as well. I only had two years of lessons, but wanted to play as long as I remember, and did practice for years after my formal lessons ended. We'll see how it goes.