Hot Browns!

 

Yesterday, I went to dinner with Bill and Jane Johnson. They are both members of my church, and are in my choir, and they took me to Winchell's, which has a large Hot Brown that would sink a ship.

Usually, when I order a Hot Brown, it is always much too small, and by the time it is baked in the oven and served to me it is about a cup full of bacon, tomatoes and cheese sauce with bread, apart from the ham and Turkey that goes with the sandwich. 

Winchell's serves a lovely two liter sized Hot Brown, with lots of cheese sauce that reminded me of my mom's cheese sauce for her cheese eggs. 

Last night, I was served the best damned Hot Brown. Ever! Yummy 😋

At any rate, we talked about my move, and when I told Bill I couldn't move the piano because it was too heavy, he offered a way for it to happen! 

I'm so excited that he is planning to retrieve my piano this weekend, store it for me for a few weeks until he manages a few events he has in the works, and then he will deliver it to my apartment in Cincinnati after that! This is an excellent solution, I will keep my Hobart M. Cable piano, and I will be able to play it in my new place, and folks, that is a wonderful thing.

For anyone who doesn't know, I have played piano for 60 years of my life, I am moderately good at it, and it uses my entire brain to play it. I am not someone who can talk and play piano at the same time, nor can I play piano and sing at the same time. It's too hard! Lollychicken.

It is mandatory that I use every little nuance that is stored in my grey matter to complete a song on the piano. My fingers have to go in the right places, there are 88 keys, I have to be able to read the music in front of me and remember flats/sharps, and that the "rests" are crucial, too!

So, why am I going on about all of that? The reason I am writing this blog tonight is to tell you that I am eternally grateful to our wonderful Lord and savior who has made this transportation of my glorious piano possible. 

Without worship, I would have never met this wonderful couple of Christians who are willing to help a lady who is in need. 

I want to thank my friends and church for being so generous, I want to thank my choir director for teaching me humility and I want to thank my choir for being an extraordinarily wonderful group of people!

Also, I am proud of myself for not crying throughout dinner last night! I had thought all day long that I would have a problem sobbing and cry-bagging again, but I made up my mind and stuck to my goal of not tearing up during my dinner with Bill and Jane.

Accordingly, I will stop patting myself on the back now, and leave you to enjoy your evening, as I have agreed to enjoy my own.

Does that make sense? Doesn't matter, pray for peace, willya? 

Loves, 

Kimmy