2 Pianos 4 Hands

Bösendorter Piano

Last night, we caught the Reps latest offering, 2 Pianos 4 Hands. This semi-biographical work by Ted Dykstra and Richard Greenblatt tells the story of these two piano protegees as they grow into their craft. This two-actor play follows the two protagonists from age eleven, where they are first learning how to play the piano, to age seventeen, where they apply to enter higher education conservatories. In addition to playing the leads, the actors do double duty by also playing their parents, teachers and the other adults in their lives. Like a tag team the actors alternate from playing their protagonist to the other lead’s support group. Both Dykstra and Greenblatt led parallel lives. Lives that crossed through the years at recitals and competitions.

This comedy has a melancholy ending, with both young men being brutally turned down from their respective applications for higher learning. Sure, they are both gifted and accomplished pianists, just not accomplished enough. The play concludes with the two men drunkenly accepting that while they are not two of the greatest piano players in the world, the country, or even the city (Toronto), they can claim to be two of the greatest pianists in the neighborhood.

Mr. Fixit

DeWalt Drills

How many septuagenarians does it take to change a lightbulb? One, but it will take all day (or none, if they decide to wait for someone else to avoid the risk of a fall). Yesterday, I began a new project, repairing the back porch. Partly, based upon the success this summer of fixing the cabin’s sleeping porch steps, I decided to work on our porch here. Last month, when the measurement crew was here to measure the back doors, they discovered a bad step on it. It will need replacement. I might just go ahead and replace all the steps. While I am at it there is a buck of decking that could use replacement too. But first, I want to fix the latticework around the porch’s base. Last month, in preparation for this work, I had purchased the furring strips that I am going to apply along the lattice’s edges to keep the individual strips in place. I started work with the tools that I had on hand—Harry’s old, corded drill that he gifted Anne almost fifty years ago and a cordless drill that no longer charges. Time for a trip to the hardware store. I bought the above pictured pair of drills. They are powerful. I also bought brighter LED lightbulbs. I chose option 1 but should have picked 2 from the above lightbulb joke.

Bloody Ordeal

Photo by Naidoo Jade Photography on Unsplash

After returning Monday, I received a call from my doctor, asking if he could move my checkup appointment up to the next day. I was glad to oblige. Everything went well with him, then I got a blood draw. My doctor’s office has an onsite LabCorp facility, so it was convenient. Two lab ladies were present. One was very pregnant and the other appeared to be coming up to speed as her maternity leave replacement. The replacement stuck me once in my right arm but came up dry. Then she stuck me again in my right arm, but my blood was still not flowing very well. The pregnant lady took over and stuck me again in my left arm, but a coughing fit pulled the needle out of the vein. Finally, she switched to my right hand and got her blood. At this time, the tabletop centrifuge made a racket, and the crunching of glass could be heard. So, I was relieved this morning when my blood test results appeared in my in-box. My left arm is quite bruised.