Last night we visited a rich/expensive nursing home that has a beautiful baby grand piano. It is beautiful and I want one. Technically I have no room for it, but I think I would give up my bed and sleep under the baby grand if one were offered to me.
Not every nursing home we visit has a nice piano. Some are perfectly fine spinets, and some are nasty old electronic keyboards.
The piano isn’t what matters in the long run. It’s the people that matter.
They enjoy us coming to sing for them. They enjoy simple hymns they can sing with us. They enjoy a simple visit.
P.S. This video was one I struggled with. Lots of tongue tripping over words and redos. Umm…and…sorry about the umms.