Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. ~Ludwig van Beethoven
Last night I took Kyle to his piano lessons. I must admit, I truly love getting my little man, eating dinner together, and just plain hanging out. He is back in the swing of school and back to a standard routine. As with most special memories, this one was unplanned and came as a surprise.
My phone died early in the day. Why didn't I charge it you may ask? Well, simply because I had no idea what I did with the plug. I have a stock pile of cords from my last iPhone, which also charges my iPad and Kyle's iPod Touch, but alas I only have the one plug for the iPhone 5. I've been meaning to get another one, but like many people, I put it off until there's an issue. Guess what? Issue! I needed my phone to call on Greensburg businesses to get the Discovering Greensburg Scavenger Hunt ready and finalized for Seton Hill University. Crap.
Anyway, I had to leave to pick up Kyle. Naturally, once in my car, he reached for my phone to probably play a game and it was dead. He looked at me in shock. I know! We both felt really off our game. Almost as if we were being detoxed from an addiction. Now that I'm thinking back on it, that's a shame we are like that with our phones. But we are a product of our surroundings. Did we survive without it? Most certainly! Did it help that Kyle had his phone? Yes! Only so my parents and my sister could touch base with him, no dire emergency.
Why is this relevant? I'm so used to getting my emails via my phone, as well as text messages and Facebook messages, it didn't dawn on me that Kyle's music teacher would be reaching out to me through my online communications. Yep, he had to cancel Kyle's piano lesson. Well, as I found out the next day, after recovering my long lost phone cord (1 day) and juiced up the handheld addiction, his teacher did indeed cancel his lessons. Actually, using common sense, it didn't take a phone to tell me Kyle's piano teacher wasn't there.
While sitting in the waiting room, and as the minutes passed, Kyle became impatient and wouldn't let me read, (he forgot his book The Lord or the Rings: Return of the King). At that point, we both decided to get up and look around for his teacher. His teacher, David is a Seton Hill student and who is always on time and very responsible. Just out of curiosity, Kyle and I walked down to his piano practice room to check out the situation. Nope no David but there was THE PIANO!
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