I thrive on order.
Everything neat and tidy.
Everything in its place.
The music parlor, for the past week or so, has been anything but.
There have been...
Instruments laying around.
Piles of records.
Stacks of music books on the floor and shoved in a disorderly mess on the shelf.
Compositions laying about.
Xylophone keys and my hiking hat strewn onto the organ bench (and floor).
It is the kind of disorder that I hate. The kind of thing that drives me nuts.
Usually.
But for some crazy reason, when I went in to tidy it yesterday, I actually sort of liked it.
Not the disorder necessarily, but the evidence that this was a room that was used. Music is being made in here. My children come here and write songs, practice instruments, listen to records. In a world that is so focused on electronics, it is rather refreshing, I'd say.
Let there be music!
