For several months, I've known, deep down in some cavernous part of my being
that I needed to revamp my sheet music situation.
All of my children have inherited musical talent
from both sides of their family.
Add that to a mother who is determined that they will overcome
the general lack
of ambition they inherited from her
so she has enrolled them in every possible toddler music class available for the last 15 years.
Just ask me. I know which one is best.
Anyway, that, plus my tendency to gather all available
resources around me
has led to a ridiculous amount of
sheet music.
Two weeks ago, piano teacher says I need to buy the
John Thompson's First Grade Book.
I have this book. I know I do.
Somewhere.
All of my children have inherited musical talent
from both sides of their family.
Add that to a mother who is determined that they will overcome
the general lack
of ambition they inherited from her
so she has enrolled them in every possible toddler music class available for the last 15 years.
Just ask me. I know which one is best.
Anyway, that, plus my tendency to gather all available
resources around me
has led to a ridiculous amount ofsheet music.
Two weeks ago, piano teacher says I need to buy the
John Thompson's First Grade Book.
I have this book. I know I do.Somewhere.
Here Goes Nothin'.
Step 1 and 2:
Get all the music. Put it out on the floor.
Oops! I forgot a whole file drawer full!
I know, just get started, right?
Well, I was a little overwhelmed.
Luckily, Cherie
showed up
(Mr. LeFevre said I could hire her so that I have a small hope of getting it
all pulled together before my mom comes to visit next month).
Step 3: start sorting:
Christmas.
Vocal.
Religious.
Piano Perfomance.
Method.
Legend of Zelda (what???).
Step 4: go through the stacks and "de-junk"
the word makes my head pulse.
My breath quickens and I start to see spots of light.
Okay.
Breathe.
I can do this.
I gave a precious little to the
Deseret Industries.
Christmas.
Vocal.
Religious.
Piano Perfomance.
Method.
Legend of Zelda (what???).
Step 4: go through the stacks and "de-junk"
the word makes my head pulse.
My breath quickens and I start to see spots of light.
Okay.
Breathe.
I can do this.
I gave a precious little to the
Deseret Industries.
Some got recycled (mostly practice copies).
Some even got thrown in the garbage.Step 5: start filing.
I put the big books from all the categories on this shelf in my library:
In this armoire drawer in the piano room,
Guitar
Organ and...
harmonica music
And still... I have orphans.
More filing(seriously? only one drawer?):
Note the bag of flashcards in the back. a stack for big boys to make heads or tails of:
and just4 short hours after beginning,
Voila!
I have the floor in my front room back.
