One of the many things I want to do now that I'm retired is to learn (again) to play the piano. I took lessons for five years when I was much younger, and I've played off and on through the years, but you know what they say: if you don't use it, you lose it. Same with speaking a language. I'm having to re-learn the notes on the piano and on the guitar. It's harder to learn when you're older, I think, but it can be done. Also, it provides brain exercise, which supposedly delays the development of Alzheimer's.
Well, today was the day that I sat down at the piano. Walter follows me everywhere I go, so naturally, he sat down next to me at the piano. He put his paws on me while I was trying to play. Not sure if that was a commentary on my playing, just like when he was whining when I started playing guitar again.