Hands | Juxtapositioning
I haven't told you yet about my hands. When I was in middle school and high school, people frequently told me I had "piano hands". Long slim fingers, oval-shaped nails â€" I guess those things make piano hands. The same people also assumed I played piano, which I did a little if you count "Für Elise", "Moonlight Sonata", and "Just the Way You Are" by Billy Joel. My hands have been so useful. Writing, chopping onions, riding horses, soothing fevered brows, folding towels, driving cars. For all of these things, my hands were there, helping. In my 30's I became a knitter. Knitting was the thing to do among moms at the Waldorf schools my children attended when they were little, long before it became a trend among Brooklyn hipsters. I knitted sheep, horses, and dolls for my children, plus many scarves and hats. My piano fingers were nimble and quick. I do not remember when my hands changed. It was like, one minute they were regular hands â€" piano hands â€" and the next minute