My piano is in place.
I can assure you that my piano will remain in this place until the foundations crumble. It is going no where, which is fine with me.
It took four strong men in their 20's; Son-in-law, Oldest Son, Youngest Son, and Nephew Chris to wheel it from the garage to the side walk, around the corner and then lift it up three front porch steps and then one big step into the house.
It also took two much older men; THGGM and Brother-in-law to provide much need guidance from in front and behind.
Baby Boy watched the festivities while saying 'Daddy!' a lot.
I owe these six men much more than the Hungry Howie's pizzas we fed them.
I also owe my friend Richard, his son Sam and two of their friends for taking it on the trip from Richard's church 'Up North' and delivering it for free on one of the hottest days of the year.
The first piece of music I snatched out of my stash to play reminded me that I had played this piano once before. I actually played THAT song, from THAT exact sheet nearly two years ago. I'd forgotten.
So, my hands are numb, my wrists ache, but I am playing away at "Be Unto Your Name", "What a Wonderful World", and "Down in the River to Pray".
It has great sound. Could use some tuning after having been carted around for over an hour and then sitting for a week in a very hot garage - but - I'm not letting a little thing like that stop me.
In other news, Daughter hasn't had New Baby yet. I do believe that yesterday was the first day I've seen her where she looks remarkably pregnant. Being tall helps with that. Yesterday was the first day for her that nothing fit and she can't get real shoes on anymore. One more week. Just one more week.
And, my mom is spiraling downward very fast. This morning I had a phone message from her. It was from around 5:00 last night. Not sure how I missed it, as I was home. The message said she thought my dad was having another stroke and she did not know what to do. She said his speech was not good.
If I had gotten that call I would have called 911 immediately and high-tailed it out the door. But, I happen to know that my dad was perfectly fine at the time she called.
Playing that piano is good therapy for me. I am certainly going to need it. Especially once all of the therapeutic stripping of the wallpaper is over.
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4 comments:
I'm sorry things with your mom are going downhill. I'm sure it must be so very painful to watch someone you love go through that.
The piano looks great in its new home. Makes me wish I had kept up on my lessons... but my mom was my teacher and for some reason that didn't work well for me. Probably because I was being a brat :)
I am sorry...pound away on that piano...just pound away.
The piano looks like its home where it belongs. We had a similar one when the girls were young - we sent it with the oldest when she got married. I do believe it was heavier then a dismantled Mackinaw Bridge, at least that's what it looked like when the men folk were moving it.
I'm sorry to hear about your mother...I know excactly what you're speaking about, my own mother is 85. It is so difficult to stand by and see your parent becoming more child like every day. I have shed many a tear of concern over mine, and continue to do so. My prayers are with you.
~~!!!~~ Both of my folks made strange phone calls the last years of their lives.
It is very hard. VERy very VERY hard.
You are in my prayers.
xxx
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