a day in the life of piano monkey

my 6 years old student asked me two weeks ago: kid: do you have a belly button? me: everything that has a 'mother' does, so yes. well, marsupials and platypuses dont. kid: can i see it? me: no. kid: then how would i know that youve got one? me: ask my mom. she gave birth to me. kid: but i asked nicely! me: and i said no, nicely! yesterday, with an excuse of 'mother's day,' the four of us (big bro busy, small bro dead), went to have a lunch. two moms and a dad, and a kid.  she wanted a chunk of cash, so she got that. we all got more than enough food for lunch. yay. then on way to drop me off at the subway: mom: am i an organ donor? me: are you? mom: you marked on my renewal form that i am, me: then you are. mom: is it marked on the card? me: i dont think so? *both look at driver's license, but has no clue me: i think they will look your record up directly. mom: so if im a donor, what do they take? me: i dont know, but i doubt they take 'all' mom: the

found on street. the last week of april and first week of may has been quite demanding. there were a few lovely recitals that i was so happy to be part of. there was an outreach concert to faraway nursing home and my dad did the deed of dad taxi to help me out, which was very touching. the lovely uber driver returned my black shoes and he was so shy to receive a few bucks and bits of chocolate. the friend returned pants i left at a show and even bought me an excellent brunch. the lovely choir peeps are presenting chamber works this sat and theyve been working so hard. the friend i havent seen in person for two-whole-years, we had chance to drink together in person. the lovely friend who presented a great program of multi-cellos, i was lucky to write about that. the beautiful composer who i admired, i met in person and am now an official fan girl. the gautier capucon show i wanted to go to, a close friend went instead and was ecstatic. colleague of mine was in a fatal car crash

in five min, it'll be a full 8 years since we buried the little one under the ground. it was a rainy day. it didnt pour, but it did spit the whole day. the ground was slightly soggy and i tugged a card into his final outfit- a small box. when we turned away from the fresh mound of earth, the ground underneath was making that wet, soggy sound. yesterday, a friend was involved in a car accident with a passenger. we were on way to see him and we took a wrong turn, and saw the street all blocked up with yellow tape. about an hour later, we were down at the hospital. we learned that the passenger died at the scene. friend'll be in hospital for a bit. there is so much more story to this situation. but it's not my own family, so i leave it be for now.  it's their privacy and there's a time for sharing grief and then there's time to wait and listen. but it was such a beautiful day. the air that makes people giddy. 5% less care, as it goes in the wind. th