Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for March 13, 2018

Just remove your fingers deliberately, Phoebe. Surely in the kitchen you can find a sharp enough knife…

Don’t get Marigold’s hopes up.

You want your fingers to fall off, just play video games instead of the piano.

At last, the piano teacher gets a name!

All of my kids were in band or orchestra (one was in both) in high school. They continued to play for several years after graduation and eventually quit for other pursuits. So it goes.

My parents wanted me to learn to play piano. I couldn’t coordinate fingers to musical notes. Then I took typing in high school. Yup. I couldn’t coordinate fingers to letters.

Having recently seen “the 5000 Fingers of Dr. T”, I can assure Phoebe that fingers falling off isn’t the worst thing that can happen.

Having recently seen “the 5000 Fingers of Dr. T”, I can assure Phoebe that fingers falling off isn’t the worst thing that can happen.

Agreed Phoebe.

Beethoven kept paying piano after going deaf.

Maybe your could master John Cage’s 4’33" of Silence.

In sixth grade, I decided to quit after five years of piano lessons, because (1) I seemed to have plateaued and (2) I had a lot more homework to do. My mom had noticed how much I’d been quitting lately, so she had me call my piano teacher and tell her myself. It broke my heart, and I cried later. Never did go back to playing on anything like a regular basis, but at least I compose on Noteflight.

Phoebe? What are you doing with that circular saw?

Mom, how ’bout you call an ambulance in advance!

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