Now if only we could actually play…

We bought a harp this weekend from Gustavo Sanabria here in Asuncion, and Gustavo delivered it to our home.  I’m planning to learn both the harp and guitar (pictured, behind harp), while my wife and son will learn to play the piano. I believe that learning both stringed instruments will help me learn both faster.  My guitar and harp teacher, Ruben Sanabria, will come over tomorrow night to talk to me about giving lessons for both instruments.  (Ruben isn’t related to Gustavo, although Gustavo told me that Ruben was his harp teacher.  You can’t beat that.  It’s interesting that every harp player I’ve met in Paraguay has the surname Sanabria, and I don’t know any Sanabrias in Paraguay who don’t play the harp or guitar.)  I plan to have Ruben teach me harp for one hour and guitar back-to-back for one hour on Fridays.  I’ll make a good faith effort to practice between lessons for at least two hours per week per instrument.  My primary goal is to learn a few songs well, such as songs I sing well (Roy Orbison’s "Oh! Pretty Woman," the Beatles’ "Yesterday," and some praise songs), and perform at impromptu gatherings in our home.  I imagine that kinds of songs must sound spectacular on a harp, which sounds absolutely heavenly (No angel jokes, please).  If I can do better than I did when I was a teen — try and fail to learn the guitar — then it will be worth it.  My wife is lining up Friday piano lessons for both my son and her with a Taiwanese-Paraguayan piano teacher.  We dished out the dough for these fine musical instruments, now we have to learn to play them.  Wish us luck! 

Mike with sonMike and son play harpWife plays piano

The piano cometh

Our piano was delivered today.  Initially ordered late last year, the piano has taken a full nine months to arrive in Paraguay.  We bought it in the United States and had it shipped to Paraguay.  It first went to Miami, where it languished in storage for months while we got into a heated exchange with the person in charge here who refused to ship it through an alternate method — as part of a supply shipment instead of a household goods shipment — because we dared to question their judgment (they have since moved on, gracias a Dios).  The piano then went by slow boat to Buenos Aires, where it again waited in storage until the rains came and raised the water level high enough to allow a barge bring the piano upriver to Asuncion.  Ah, such is life in a place like Paraguay.  But now it’s here in our house safe and sound, and all is well.  The piano actually made it intact and none the worse for wear — not bad for having gone through quite an odyssey.  I think it just needs a tuning.
 
My wife and son will begin taking piano lessons.  Music in the house will be a welcome change.  I bought a guitar — the best hand-crafted $50.00 guitar you can buy — and plan to buy a harp.  Yes, a harp.  Paraguayan harps are amazing.  I vowed to learn both and found a teacher who could teach me both harp and piano.  I don’t have any time for this, really, but I have to do it.  I have to do something to break the monotony of the same-old, same-old.  The last instrument I played is a guitar I tried and failed to learn when I was a teenager.  My wife and son have never learned an instrument.  If we pull this off and make music, we may just be able to have our own family group a la the Partridge Family.

When work feels like heaven

I never thought that work could be so good.  I haven’t had a chance to sit down in peace and quiet and work here at home for four uninterrupted hours for as long as I can remember.  I didn’t do much more than work, but I can’t remember when working was such a pleasant thing to do.  After a late night in the office on Monday, a representational event last Tuesday night, an open house at my son’s school on Wednesday night, an official visit on Thursday night and Friday, and a large goodbye barbeque last night for good friends who will soon leave the country — spending a few hours tonight with peace, quiet, and no interruptions felt like heaven.  Even if I was only working.  Never underestimate those precious moments that pass by so quickly.