Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Like A Pied Piper with Gorgeous Hair
At the end of their day (into which we were graciously accepted), Mr. and Mrs. Roberts retreat to the main room of the house--she at the keys and he at the ready. Her launch into an ultra-allegro version of Mozart's Rondo Alla Turca beckons their children from all corners of the home into a full-scale chase around the sectional, led by the man of the house himself. Then, in a dramatic shift of tone and tempo, his lovely wife (whose lipsticked lips and waist-length hair lend any other woman in the room a tinge of envy) smiles and begins an airy rendition of Chopin's Nocturne. This lulls the littles (and their papa) to leap ballet-style then lounge for reading and prayers.
I was totally taken by this ritual and vowed to adopt it in our own home. Then realized, I wasn't accepted to Juilliard--nor did I even apply, my littles are hopelessly untrained, and...well, I don't have a piano.