A different elevator music

Didn’t most of us grow up with Muzak – aka – elevator music? Well, Miriam spotted an alternative this evening. Music in an elevator. Right, From a piano. And the piano is in the elevator –

It is one of those ship’s elevators with the glass side toward the central area rather than towards the sea so that anyone who wants can look into the car as it passes on its way up or down. We figure some one must have put casters under the piano to roll it into the elevator. The young woman in the top hat who was playing certainly seemed to be enjoying herself – and the occasional passenger got on/got off.

This, in case you hadn’t looked at the schedule in yesterday’s note, was a sea day. I sincerely appreciated it, especially since I was pretty tired after yesterday’s travel. I really don’t have a good explanation for being up early and finding that the coffee machine in the Lounge is no longer working. It took until the concierge came in for fancy coffee alternative – Out the door, down to the Promenade Cafe and ask for a latte/cappuccino/etc and show your card – no charge until the machine gets fixed. One alternative.

I decided to limit my coffee and went up to the lounge on Deck 15 and sit where I had lots of light and could stitch for a few hours. End result today?

Horrorflies is done, including all the antenna.  I have three other mostly done projects with me so picked up on where I left off on the Beaver (the last of the 12 from Year in the Woods.). I only have about 2k worth of stitches on that one, most of which is the Beaver’s tail. I will share start and finish pix tomorrow.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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2 Responses to A different elevator music

  1. Cat says:

    A different sort of “rock ‘n roll”! (I hope they have secured the piano legs.)

    • Holly says:

      I am not sure that they did …. Same young lady today, but different elevator – steampunk clothes and jazz piano…

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