black keys
Right this very minute, Greta is picking out tunes on the piano. She always tries to figure out her favorite songs — at the age of 3 she hammered away until she had "Ode to Joy" perfectly — and right now, on Monday, January 12th, she's picking out "O God You Are My God," starting on C, thus putting it in the key of F. Black keys haven't been on her radar, so for a while she got stuck on the "I" of "I will ever praise You." But — one of my favorite sounds in the world, the rounding of a corner — a Bb! Haaaa!
She's now getting through the third line, through "learn to walk in Your ways," pretty perfectly, and stops, saying, "aaaah, this is impossible!!" I say, "you just did it!" And the painful and joyful job of joining civilization continues.
She's now getting through the third line, through "learn to walk in Your ways," pretty perfectly, and stops, saying, "aaaah, this is impossible!!" I say, "you just did it!" And the painful and joyful job of joining civilization continues.
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