by Lisa Weldon of reSoulin’ my dancing shoes
Today was a reality check. It was a typical Monday morning with leftover work from home to complete, a conference call to make and some billing to send out. Only problem was–my equipment was not cooperating with me.
The application I use every day of my life decided to crash. The backup drive I’d brought from home mysteriously had not recorded any work I’d done last week. I quickly called my dear friend Jane, a fellow designer, who ran over to my house in Atlanta and revised a job for me. Her husband suggested I download GoToMyPC and do remote access which he installed for me. (Angels lookin’ over us fools!)
Got all that done, then ventured out to meet a childhood friend who is in town. She gave me clear instructions on how to get to my nearby subway station, but I never did find it. I swear they moved it.
The subways and I are going to have to come to terms. I have always had a terrible sense of direction, I admit it. But they make them impossible to understand. Are they the RED line or the ONE line or the A line? They need to pick one name and stick with it. And I wish they’d quit telling you to exit EAST instead of RIGHT. I come outta that subway hole and have no clue which way is east or west. I pulled on my Girl Scout knowledge today and looked for the sun, but it was high noon and no help at all.
I got to the restaurant in the Upper West Side just in time to meet Pam and Ray. We had a late lunch at a quaint little place in the called Isabella’s. Pam and I had not seen each other but probably ten times in the forty years since we graduated – but we picked right up right where we left off. That’s the mark of a good friend.
Next, I ventured about twelve blocks down to the Apple Store where I took a class.
From there, I walked over to Lincoln Center where I saw a 6-year-old little girl crawl up to a brightly painted piano and play the most beautiful music you’ve ever heard. 
It stopped people in their tracks! This little girl’s talent caught us all by surprise; she can now say, “I played at Lincoln Center!”
From what I could tell, that piano is available to anyone who wants to come and play at Lincoln Center, and I have since learned that this piano was provided by an organization called Sing For Hope. It’s an amazing program that places pianos in different locations around the city for people to play. I LOVE this idea!
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