Wedding Day!

Wedding day….. a continuation of the festivities.  When we arrived in Blowing Rock, only one room was ready – Brooke and James’, so we unloaded all the tuxedos into their closet and went about our day.  The kids stayed up late enjoying the company of their family and friends as previously mentioned. 

Saturday morning arrived, and as is my norm, I awoke early (it was really more of I got out of bed because I never fell asleep!).  I dressed and went to the common room and found family enjoying some breakfast.  Brooke walked in and asked me to drive her to Juli’s parent’s house, where the bridal party was getting ready.  On our way out, I pounded on Brent’s door and just as he had while in high school, he responded “Go away!”

My sister, Marion, decided to accompany Brooke and I over to the Mahoney’s and when we arrived, we found Juli out walking her dogs.  Her parents' house was soon a hub of activity.  We stayed for a short time and then returned to our inn, dropping more “guest” bags off at the Holiday Inn for the guests who were arriving that day.

Brent had left to join his “guys” and James was still sleeping, but not for long, as once all the guys got together they realized they had nothing to wear!  All the tuxes were still in Brooke/James’ room.  This was quickly remedied, and in the transaction, James almost lost his suit as it was between two tuxes!

Time passed quickly and it was soon time for our showers and dressing.  Minda called and we agreed to meet in the common room for her to do my make-up.  I had no idea I was going to have an audience.  Madi, Minda’s daughter was there, my sister-in-law Ang, showed up with camera in hand???!!!  I think she video taped me?!  My sister, Nancy walks in and decides to observe, Bill and Josh were using the Inn’s computer, then Fred and Angie showed up and the group was finally complete when Bruce walked in!  Geez, I felt so exposed! 

Minda is now applying who knows what, she was telling me, but it didn't register and everyone is watching.  As she describes what it is she is doing, Nancy mentions something about how my lips are cracked and Minda tells me about this product called a lip plumper that costs $50 – something that fills in those crevices and I’m thinking I can use this product in all the wrinkles that seem to have sprung up over night!  My dear husband, casually asks if they have a boob plumper, which makes the entire room swell with laughter.  Thanks Bruce!

Makeup done, I head back to my room to put on my dress….you know…. “The Dress” and much to my delight the zipper works! Ok, here we go!  We load into our cars and make our way to the church.  On our way, we receive a phone call stating that we are to take Juli’s bag and put it into Brent’s car, which we are then taking over to the place they will be staying that night.  When we arrive at the church, Brooke hands James a small green canvas bag and as James’ is putting it into the car, he remarks, “Figures Juli would have a tackle box for an overnight bag!”  We laugh and go into the church.  10 minutes later, the monsoon hits.  People were driving right up to the church door (over the curb and onto the pavement) to drop off their passengers.  Juli’s Mom was one of them!

The ceremony, which was well rehearsed the night before, goes off without a hitch.  It was beautiful…..it was fast!  The rains miraculously abate after the pictures at the church.  The wedding party heads out for a 2 hour marathon of pictures….. literally, we thought they had left on their honeymoon they were gone so long.  Bruce, James and I head to Chetola to drop off the kids’ bags and Bruce and James literally empty Brent’s car out in their room.  I mean, did they really think that he would need ALL the things in his SUV?

The reception is a lot of fun.  Juli and her Mom arranged for an old-fashioned photobooth to be on site.  What fun.  We all dress up in various garb and proceed to goof off in the booth.  Two pages of pictures print out, one for a guest book and one as a keepsake.  What a novel idea and the hilarity that went along with it were priceless.  The dancing was a workout like I had not done at the Y. 

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After the reception, we all headed out to a local hangout to continue the festivities and this was after the reception had been extended an additional hour.

Low and behold, as the story goes, Juli gets to the place she and Brent are staying and asks Brent, where are my clothes?  They look through all the bags and the little green “tackle box” is not Juli’s clothes, but the cleaning supplies from the trolley that transported them around everywhere.  It was filled with paper towels, Windex and polishing cloths!  Brent now has to leave the Inn, go to her parent’s house, find her her clothes, come back and meanwhile we are all over at this bar, waiting on them to show up.  We finally give up and leave and they arrive minutes later.

The next morning is a brunch and the kids were instructed to be there by 8:30 and not hungover!  Brent, Juli, her parents and Brent’s buddies all show up…..Brent calls us at 9:30 to see if we are even up!  I had been up, but I was making a point to get into the hot tub to ease all the sore spots from dancing the night before and I had to wait for a thunderstorm to pass!  The rest were up but just moving slowly!  Good grief, I was feeling 20 years older than my age at this point, I’m not sure of anyone else!  Again, the brunch was a lovely time and the weekend finally comes to its magical end.  We say our goodbyes and headed back to Charlotte – I slept the entire way home. 

Now, a week and a half later and after yet another wedding this past weekend, we are home absolutely exhausted.  I think our party days are well behind us!  More than half of us wound up having colds – I guess we just couldn’t handle the clean, crisp, cool mountain air!

Barb

Only the beginning! Wasn't that a song by Chicago?

A friend saw a couple of my pictures from the wedding and said, “when are you going to blog?” I will just have to admit, I’m still in a state of joyful awe and it has rendered me speechless!  This then progressed to mind-numbing exhaustion that has now resulted in a cold, which I have to get rid of, because there is a repeat performance in Morehead City, NC for the son of some of our closest friends and it is in 3 days.  As a tri-athlete, I can only say, weddings are definitely in a class event of their own!

The absolute joy I felt this weekend is such a gift that to maintain this level of happiness, must be what heaven is like!  There were times I started to worry that I was in a bubble and someone might come and try to “pop” it, and the bubble would magically swerve and avoid all the sharp corners/objects out there!  There are people who will try to zap your joy and this was one occasion where I didn’t want to experience that!

Prior to our adventure, but after shopping for the dress, and partaking in the Malibu Barb(ie) shenigans, our family had gone to a picnic at my brother-in-law’s lake house.  While sitting around the picnic table, my niece asks me, “who is doing your make-up?”  I don’t remember replying, but then she said, she would and then Brooke utters “Oh, thank God!”  Well just tell me what you really think there Brookie!  Here’s the thing, I grew up more interested in bats and balls then in make-up and my Mom being a depression era survivor, wasn’t into make-up either, so I really never learned the fine art of coloring one’s face.  I do recall hearing I needed to blend in my “Covergirl” chinstrap though as a teen, which was probably the last time I used foundation!  But more on that later.  Brooke and I spent Thursday getting our nails done enjoying the mani/pedis and then lunch afterwards before we headed to the pool to soak up the last minute sunrays.  I of course was not cognizant of all the differing tan lines I was accumulating, but at least I looked healthy and I was definitely relaxed!

The real adventure began, on Friday.  Suitcases packed, and the post-it notes that had run amok on every surface imaginable, were taken down as things were loaded into the car.  Somehow our intentions were confused and we wound up having to take everyone’s tuxes up to the wedding (we had volunteered to return them all) and again somehow we were able to squeeze all of this and the floral arrangements into the car forgetting nothing!  That in itself was amazing!

We check into our Inn and immediately headed to the convenience store to purchase soda and beer for all the mini-fridges in our families’ rooms, just a little something we do.  We couldn't take the car to the store because it was still too full of the stuff we couldn’t unload…..so Bruce, Brooke, James and I walked a half-mile carrying beverage suitcases under our arms.  It was only 11 am and we had already bought the store out of Miller Lite!  Again, they don't know the Ryans!

Brooke and I then left to attend the bridesmaid luncheon taking her car.  This was my first foray in driving up in the mountains and the roads were scenic and harrowing.  I remember making a left hand turn – at least there was a sign there, but the road quickly disappeared down a hill that led me to believe that once making the turn I’d be launched into space.  We saw more decks suspended high over trees that would make one feel as if they were in an airplane readying to land and the home we were lunching at was no different.  When we arrived we had to park and I’m one of those who backs in everywhere.  Brooke’s car is an automatic (thank God) because even in drive, if my foot wasn’t on the gas we were drifting backwards in this driveway and the drop off was at least 12 feet and NOT gradual!

From the luncheon we left for the church and the rehearsal.  Smiles and joviality were the main ingredients for this practice run which took over 2 hours….yes really!  How hard is it to say I do?  No, the problems were more that our group was very chatty, to the point that the priest looked over at two of the girls and said, I can separate you two if I have to.  I wonder if a nun had been there if they would have had their knuckles rapped?!  One wonders as the attendant lines waved to and fro, just how all of this would come together and appear perfect on the wedding day!

Rehearsal done and we are all ready to head to the dinner where the setting was perfect.  We were at the lakehouse at the Blowing Rock Country club, the only location up in Blowing Rock that offered seating for 100+ and that is what we were!  Bruce and I greeted everyone as they arrived all I can say is that I now feel ready to run for political office!  Hmmmm I wonder, whose hand did I shake that had a cold?!  Fun was had by all.

I started a tradition, that my Aunt Joan had done with her son, of cutting the apron strings signifying the release of Brent from his Dad and I, to the freedom of his love for his intended, Juli.  Of course, you all know how I like to embellish things……I had gone to the township manager of Matthews and had requested to borrow the Mayor’s scissors…..yes, that added to the “stuff” we had packed in our car!  These scissors stood 5 feet tall!  We had kept them under wraps and when the wait staff came out and presented them to Brent, his look was incredulous!

Toasts were made, dinner was served and before we knew it, it was time to head back to the Inn.  Our group decided to meet and continue our reunion out in front near the lake.  I haven’t a clue where all the people came from, but I’m sure Blowing Rock was a nice quiet community prior to the Ryan’s!  Back in his room, Brent and his guys were singing and it wasn’t the stuff of Kumbaya, but it was all in good fun.  About midnight, Bruce and I headed in for bed and I believe the last of the stragglers left at 12:30.  Somewhere about 2:22 a.m. I heard a fight and being a Mom, I had to look through the blind slats to see who was doing what, except no one was out there.  Here the room we were in was right next to someone who was NOT part of our party and they were flinging stuff in their room.  This continued until about 3:30 intermittently, when someone left.  Finally quiet, but the adrenaline in me was flowing at peak rate!  At 8, their alarm starts blaring and no one is in the room to turn it off!  Ok, so much for rest….and I’m wondering what Minda will do with my raccoon eyes!

I’ll end here….I’m sure there is a limit to blog length.. good thing I’m not tweeting!

Looking up! ~ Barb

Acronyms abound

My roles are changing and my rolls can’t keep up!  Help!  As I was driving to work this morning I was chatting on the phone, ok, it wasn’t handsfree and it needs to be, but this close to the wedding, I’m making use of every spare minute I can find……

This friend was asking me how I was doing as the MOG (you know the mother of the groom) and I responded by saying that I was too worried about being the MIL (mother-in-law).  Mogging in my case was fairly simple.  Turn complete control over to the bride and her mother was the way I handled it, the only choice I wanted was to pick the song for the dance with my son.  I’m not sure how the FOG (father of the groom) feels about things, he was left in charge of the financial aspect of the rehearsal dinner……we are hosting 100 people for that.  Yes, you read that right see why the acronym FOG is so appropriate?!  I would have wanted to stay in that state, but as the MOG I didn’t have to go there, and in all honesty, most people think I operate in a fog anyway!  Women naturally multi-task and what men think is fog-brained is all neatly packaged up and functioning on a highly efficient level as we are all quite aware of everything going on, but lets keep that our secret!

Back to being a MIL.  There are such negative connontations with being a MIL, most of them aren’t very flattering.  It is natural for the girl to go to her own Mom for advice, I did…..but my hope is that my new DIL will be able to enjoy our new relationship as one of a friendship.  See, she already has a Mom or since we are speaking in pre-wedding terminology, a MOB and after this wedding, I will then be seeking MOB advice as my daughter is then getting married next year.  But one acronym at a time is my motto!

Another concern I dealt with were my rolls. A friend and I worked our butts off, or tried to and it seems that those rolls only shifted and got lodged somewhere in my mid-section.  I wonder if all that wine we had after our sessions at the gym had anything to do with that?!  As you can see, my mind is totally focused and I’m well aware of what is and isn’t important.  It is imperative that as the MOG, soon to be MIL, that one stays unstressed, I mean don’t you agree?!

As I pack for this weekend wedding, I forgot to mention that this is a destination wedding…..I’m to the point of almost foregoing the suitcase.  I am so afraid I’m going to forget something that I’m putting those things in the car immediately.  One of those things being 2 pairs of spanx – the short version and the long version, depending on where my rolls decide to settle when I get up there will determine which I need!  I have 3 days until we leave and if my husband, the FOG, were to go into my car, I literally think his jaw would drop, especially if he were to reach into the side pocket of the driver’s side door!  I’m glad the automakers created all these neat nooks and crannies and I’ve finally figured out what to stuff in there!  Our son’s sister is also in the wedding and as the SOG, she was asked if she could drive one of the other bridesmaids up to the mountains early for the bridesmaid’s luncheon.  Since our daughter’s car is small, and her fiance is also going I figure I will now have to deal with the possibility of taking some of the SOG’s clothes ontop of the FOG and MOG outfits.  I’m thinking a small u-haul is in order.  The FOG thinks we should just put some things in the cooler on the roof rack of our Lexus.  See why my spanx can’t go there, the cooler which I was thinking was reserved for wine is now becoming a new suitcase!  Can’t you just visualize the lid opening and a trail of spanx between Charlotte and the mountains?

My other concern was that my sister-in-law told me the horror story of the spanx and her claustrophobia.  In the middle of a wedding she attended, she thought she would pass out.  No sooner had the I do’s been said when she quickly excused herself from the wedding, sprinting out in front of the bride and groom to go to the ladies rooms for spanx removal.  What she had forgotten was that spanx is a two-in-one combo, serving as underwear and girdle.  In the removal of such, she now would wind up commando?  I certainly hope someone besides me finds this hysterical!  She also only brought a mini-purse and if you knew how much the darn spanx cost you’d know that you couldn’t just throw them away without suffering severe guilt.  Think price of a tummy tuck rolled up in elastic!  So, now ontop of the other dilemmas I’m forced to deal with as a MOG/MIL, I now have to figure out which purse to bring because I might need spare parts!  All I can say is that FOGs have it easy!

Anyway, this is just a light hearted piece to commemorate this monumental moment in time….did I mention that as I get excited my brain goes haywire in its need to put forth this type of verbiage?  Where was this stuff when I had to do creative writing in high school?!

Now's there's been an addendum to the spanx, thanks to the DIL, apparently they now make one with a hole cut into it, because in the event one has to go to the bathroom, trying to pull this piece of toning torture up and down is like trying to pull on a wet bathingsuit.  When I remarked about creating my own opening, the DIL thought it might render the thing null and void.....ha, no pun intended!

Looking up!~ but hopefully not under my dress!

Barb

Wistful thinking

I love it when I start my mornings with an insight, especially one of a divine nature.  Over and over I keep reading about how I need to trust God (in and for everything) and yet being a dunce, I don’t.  I read repeatedly about the need for that childlike faith, emphasis childlike and because I am an adult I can’t quite remember what that type of faith possesses.  Until this morning.

I had a remarkable afternoon with a friend who thinks I’m over the top.  Now don’t go thinking I’m bragging, I’m not that good, but there are people in your life who are able to be enjoyed that much that you are naturally joyous in their presence.  I’m fortunate to be able to say that I can recognize this.  And this morning it hit me.

That childlike faith is the same thing as the joy that wells up in me when I am with those certain people in my life.  Life is not without its trials, but when we pour ourselves into those tests trying to ace them, we find ourselves mired in the darkness of chaos unable to navigate.

To some, I may seem immature or a Pollyanna of sorts, and to them I’d like to say, it’s a choice.  Believe me, I know the seriousness of life and there is many a day when I feel the full responsibilities of those seriousness’s.

Each day dawns with a new horizon.  This morning one of my dogs licked me awake, for some that would be considered gross, but for me, a dog lover, it was being awakened by a kiss, saying c’mon Mom it’s that time when you get up and feed me.  Each day our goldens wake with that “faith” that I will take care of them, love them, feed them, play with them, walk them!  Dogs get it; kids get it…..it being faith, believing without reservation that their needs will be met.

So this morning, I understood as the clouds slowly started revealing the “Son” that it isn’t my lack of maturity that is constantly wanting to find the “play” in life, it is that essence of childlike faith that wants to be recaptured.  We adults have forgotten how to play and this is understandable with the carnage we face each day, but somewhere deep inside each of us is that inner child who longs to surface and engage. 

Final thought and this one is for young parents.  I am well aware of the number of adults who never learned to play as children, please, please, please, don’t take your kids childhoods away from them, they will grow up all too soon.  Love them, teach them to laugh, sometimes even at themselves.  Let them have fun and by fun, I mean running, skipping, jumping, exploring not just “gaming” on the TV.

The joys in my life are many and especially include those people with whom I find that when I’m in their presence I am able to feel God’s which then allows my inner child to recognize and desire to rejoice.  It is during that exuberance that I long to “play.”  Yes, I’m a nut, and maybe the part of me that went to college and majored in Physical Education was the part of me that secretly knew the joy of playing.  I guess I’ll have to admit that I don’t want that part of me to grow up then.

Second final thought, direct from a devotional “God sometimes lines your nest with thorns” I have to wonder if that is so we don’t get too comfortable in them!

Looking up!~Barb

I Care.....Still

Some 27 years ago my Mom wrote me a short letter - as follows:

"There  are stories about lovers and stories about others - but you don't often see a story about mothers.

Written by one.

There's a sign on a street in our neighborhood, that says "Deaf child at play".... and I thought "how kind: that somebody cared enough to do that.....and how sad for the mother of that child.  There are signs that say "Blind crossing" and there are wheelchair ramps for those who can't walk.  And how sorrowful it must be to the mothers of such children. 

There are other mothers whose children can see but won't look - who can hear but won't listen - and who stumble around trying to find themselves but won't accept your help.  There is sorrow and hurt for those mothers and tears in the night.  But no one puts up a sign for their children.

So I will   (and then she drew a sign in a clump of grass, that read)
 "I care"

As I was collecting various thoughts getting ready for my son's wedding next weekend, I thought back to this note.  I don't necessarily recall what it was I was going through, but somehow I survived it.  Isn't this the essence of what we Moms go through for our kids.  I wrote my own version of this letter to both my kids at some point in their lives.  I wonder if they, when preparing for their own kids weddings, will reflect back like I am right now.

Thanks Mom, if you could only know how much you mean to me.  If I could only reach back inside your mind and turn things around so that you could be with us next weekend.  I will miss having you there more than you can possibly know, because it was to you that I looked to as an example for all my parenting qualms.  Your strength, your wisdom, your love, your kindnesses all lead me to where I am today.

It is a bittersweet moment for me, but I know how you would handle it, with a smile on your face yet with a tear in your heart!  I hope  you know I consider you my first best friend!

Looking up! !~ Barb

The Narrator

This morning as I was watering my gardens, I turned on our outdoor speakers to listen to music as I went about my tasks.  The two announcers on the station were in conversation about the “Wonder Years” and how the sister of the one radio host feels she is now the narrator in life.  Do you remember the show?  It was set in the 60s and in the beginning of the show, the one child begins the show with a nostalgic look at the past and then they segue into the program.

That got me thinking, my children are now grown and even though they may occasionally ask me or my husband for advice, they more often than not ask their significant other or their peers and have relegated Mom and Dad to the bookshelves.  Don’t get me wrong, this is part of the maturation process, but the realization of no longer being the “star” of the show of life is a humbling position.  And in saying that about being the star, it is meant with those “stars” being minimized in relation to the “Son”.

The radio show then had a caller call in.  She related this story about when she, as a young newlywed of 7 months, was encountering difficulties with her new husband and she wanted to come home.  Her mother, I’m sure with lump in her throat, calmly listened to her and then said that her childhood home was no longer her home; her home was now with her new husband.  25 years have passed for that young woman, and to this day, she is still married to that man.  How wise for her Mom to counsel her daughter that way.

My son gets married in 9 days.  When he needs advice that only a parent can give, he calls his father and I, but in a recent call, I think what he wanted was to know that we agreed with him about a situation.  We didn’t.  Our advice was that he had to do what he thought best and move forward.  This is all part of the process of letting go and it is EXTREMELY difficult sometimes.  Letting go does NOT mean you don’t love them, if fact, it sometimes shows just how much you do love them because you are trusting them to make independent choices and allowing them to suffer any consequences so that they can learn.  Remember teaching them to ride the bicycle – did they fall?  Mine did.  What about driving?  Did they get tickets?  Mine did.

Now with all I’ve said, there are circumstances that just don’t allow for some marriages to work and I’m not the judge or jury in any of these instances.  I also am of the mindset that if a young child is part of the situation that the child is not to blame and everything should be done to give that child the best possible chance to grow and flourish in love.  I’m talking generalities and spats that encompass someone’s feelings being misunderstood or hurt, not major marital issues.  Marriage is between 2 people and both have to work at it and yes, sometimes it is work and not pretty!  I’ve been married for 29 years, most of them happy, but it has not been without disagreements that sometimes rock the boat to its core.

Life is so complicated these days.  As I come down to the final days before the wedding, I am feeling the bittersweet feelings of a love so strong and a joy so complete that tears are just a natural byproduct.  Our children have not lived home since college, they may have visited for a month or so, but they (by their own choice) enjoyed their independence and were willing to work to maintain that.  Should either of them (and their significant others) need to come stay for a short period of time, they will be welcomed with open arms, but the same arms that welcome them will push them out if they become lazy and complacent.  Some call it tough love, it is.

The bittersweetness has nothing to do with their choices in spouses, their growth or their independence.  It is more that I realize that I’ve reached a new season in my own life, that of the narrator and I am just stunned at how quickly it passed.

In 9 days I’ll be a mother-in-law and with all the silly jokes that accompany that, I don’t want to be “that” MIL.  My desire is to be the friend to a young couple.  This is their life, their choices, their consequences.  I love them but they are not, nor were they ever “mine.”  They belonged to God first and I’ve been blessed to have been gifted with them.  I will dance with my son to Mark Harris’ song “Find Your Wings”.  The opening line reads “You were only mine to hold for a little while, the plans that God has for you will all too soon unfold.”  Brent has said we can dance to that, if I promise not to cry.  I can’t make any promises!

Looking up! ~ Barb

In harmony

C.S. Lewis writes “If all experienced God in the same way and returned Him an identical worship, the song of the church triumphant would have no symphony, it would be like an orchestra in which all the instruments played the same note.”

Is it any wonder that God made us all differently?  So, who sets the bar on the protocol on the way we worship then?  It shouldn’t be anyone other than God, Himself.  “When jealousies, suspicions and competition infiltrate our lives, we are living by our standards, not God’s and we drone on.” ~ a loose interpretation of something read in “Come Away my Beloved.”  Think about it for a second – the voice of complaint is a never-ending sour note through our lives right to the ears of God.

As a child (4^th grade), I wanted to play the violin, so I tried out.  I don’t honestly remember what the tryout entailed, but I lost out to my best friend Carol.  She was more musically gifted – they at least had a piano in their house!  Somehow, my parents came up with the idea of a guitar; I don’t even think I knew what one was!  My first guitar wasn’t all that expensive – I use to say it must have been made out of balsa wood – it was really lightweight and it had steel knives for strings!  I practiced that thing constantly until my fingers bled and in frustration at not getting a particular “piece” right, I’d bite it.  Ok, remember I was in 4^th grade!  I can’t imagine what went through my guitar teacher’s mind when he’d get my guitar to tune it and see the bite marks around its edges!!  Ok, that was a tangent….

Initially I would practice scales, and then move on to one song.  Every day for a week it was the same thing, scales and the one song – only the notes.  It was boring until I mastered those notes.  Then I’d try to sing the song (Row your boat, Twinkle Little Star) again another tangent, but just so you know, I’m NOT a singer either!  Finally, after months on the notes, I was taught the chords and when put all together it was finally “music.”  By this time I was in 6^th grade and I was taking group lessons, so some of us played the notes and others played the chords and we thought we sounded pretty good!  (Linda – do you remember this?) J

Our lives mirror that lesson.  We all have notes that need to be learned first and then as we master those lessons, we get our instructions on the chords of life.  It might take some of us to age 55 and beyond to finally get to play the intended concert, but it isn’t about the age.   It is ALL about the practice.  God can’t use us until we can play His melody!

My guitar (a newer model #4 in fact) sits collecting dust with its steel strings waiting to devour my uncalloused fingertips once again.  I am woefully out of practice, because I’ve let other things come between the time I should be “playing” and in doing so, I will have to start over and refresh my memory.  Sometimes I wonder if I would still bite the guitar in frustration?!! L 

The lesson I learned this much later in life though is to enjoy the lessons as well as the practice and wait patiently.  God fine tunes each of His instruments.  What might be your place in his orchestra?  Are you a noisy gong, a clanging cymbal jarring His ear with complaints or have you been shaped into melodious instrument playing His Masterpiece?

Looking up! ~ Barb

PS…..On my bucket list -I now want to learn to play the piano – any teachers out there?