Andre's piano teacher, Uncle Peter, is really particular about having sharp pencils. I guess you can't blame him - when you see the shapeless, audacious blobs that Andre lackadaisically draws on his manuscript book, it's hard to decipher whether the note is on the line or in the space. Usually, it's somewhere in between, not quite acceptable when you're dealing with something as precise as musical notation.
At first, Uncle Peter asked me to make sure Andre had a sharpened pencil ready. Sounds easy enough but I swear, the pencils unsharpened themselves. By the time Uncle Peter's weekly visit came around again, the only available pencil would be the blunt one... that is, if he could find one at all. And of course the sharpener would be missing or faulty.
So Uncle Peter tried another tack - he asked me to get Andre a mechanical pencil. Which I did. Except, somehow the mechanical pencil always disappeared into a Bermuda Stationery Triangle, never to be seen again. I'm not kidding you, I must have bought him three mechanical pencils on three separate occasions - I even made him pay for one himself as a punishment for losing the other two.
Uncle Peter is a super nice guy. He never once told me off, even though he must have privately questioned my ability to provide for my children. I mean, he's only asking for a pencil, for crying out loud.
Finally, after many months of this rigmarole, he came bearing a gift for Andre:
Resourceful fellow, Uncle Peter! Not just a sharpener, a GIANT sharpener with moving parts. Andre loved it - he was clamouring to sharpen pencils all day. Dig that brisk arm action!
Why didn't I think of this before?
Performing for Ghosts - Hungry Ghost month came & went. I don't miss the ashes flying about or watching out where I walk in case I trip over some offering. But I do look forward...
7 months ago