tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post926501327999599295..comments2023-06-11T01:38:53.995-07:00Comments on Up Stroke: RagtimeMarcelle Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677437160199036164noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post-88126073033640311532011-07-06T14:02:55.139-07:002011-07-06T14:02:55.139-07:00I love your writing - you capture the feelings so ...I love your writing - you capture the feelings so beautifully. I have also had some regrets, but am learning to live in today and to try to do what I can make this day as full of love, joy, and action as I can. Because of my broken ankle - 31 years ago - I have not been able to roller skate - one of my former favorite things - but I can swim and move around to music, also things I love to do. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post-5510456457473655652011-07-06T13:57:05.089-07:002011-07-06T13:57:05.089-07:00Great post. You've got me up and doing things ...Great post. You've got me up and doing things I should have done long ago...rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post-90042095313811512992011-07-06T09:11:49.422-07:002011-07-06T09:11:49.422-07:00That is very touching about your dad's request...That is very touching about your dad's request. Carpe diem! Seize the day is a good lesson for everyone.<br /><br />Well I think just like the typing you can start at the piano with that moving middle finger..<br /><br />I kind of gave up on piano for the moment but maybe I will try again in the fall. It is too frustrating. Even with being able to get my left hand moving now I find I can'Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11714725782520722613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post-24708527732624861002011-07-04T10:45:51.954-07:002011-07-04T10:45:51.954-07:00This entry pulled at my heartstrings. I connected...This entry pulled at my heartstrings. I connected to the piano (took lessons from my Mom who paid her way through college by teaching; I certainly wasn't a good student) and to your loss of playing and accepting. But what grabbed hardest was the last line, the unspoken yet identifiable regret that lives to kick us in the pants as we gaze at the footprints we've left on our path.Cindy Leiby-Smithnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824099580589102582.post-55910485151456579832011-07-04T08:29:47.914-07:002011-07-04T08:29:47.914-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Barb Polanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673025156245739311noreply@blogger.com