Well, my New Years has been nice, too. Yesterday, the day before New Years, the tuner called to say he would come and tune my piano. I had never had a tuner before so I didn't know what to excpect. I have only the the acoustic since June. Well, the piano always sounded good, but it even sounded better after the tuning. Chrisp and clear, probably like Glenlevit, whatever that is!
I work up at 4:45 and it was dark, cold and quiet. Went down the alley and there were 5 partiers all dressed in black, I guess smoking, all young, and a woman said Happy New Year. I hadn't used my voice for a few hours, so I had to take a second to get a sleepy frog out of my throat to retort Happy New Year. When I close the door, I am on the inside of the sanctuary, all 450 sq ft. There is a lot of room for my 5 ft grand, and a little room for me. I have always loved the night because nobody cares about anybody when they are sleeping and dreaming of a better life. I haven't had a tv since I left home in 1969.
I couldn't have said it better:
Enjoying the best time of the day. When they're all asleep, I can live outside my mind, I can enjoy in the peace and quiet, the serenity of the night. This is music time. This is piano time. Oh how I enjoy this time.
When I used to play a sax in bands, just a beginner, mind you, I kept a microwave, sleeping bag, fridge, CD player and radio in my cubic at work and I would go into work after playing in the band to sleep or go to work. It was perfect. When people arrived at work they would say good morning as they passed by my cubical. They couldn't see me but they knew I was in there.
I almost forgot. Missed all the celebration. All the party. Didn't even watch anything on TV. That's fitting. I'm not interested in that. I slept through it all.
There is no reason to celebrate. I live a simple life. I have a piano I can play. I have some food and a place to sleep. I am alive after keeping cancer at bay for 5 years and now they can't find any cancer, so I am humbled by my mere esistance.