Heidi March 26th, 2008
Thank you for your well-wishes with our move this last Saturday. Everything went very well, thanks to the help and hard work of Charming, three dear friends and two dear movers. (Oh yes, and dear Bubbers, too).
Moves are usually quite stressful for me as I agonize over things breaking or shattering or scratching or crushing or tearing. But this time I did pretty well and I only went into cardiac arrest once when the guys were moving our 22 ton piano onto our new hardwood floor.
While experiencing this medical emergency, I openly expressed my anxiety to the four men moving it and one of them asked me, “Are you worried about the piano, our backs, or the hardwood floor?”
I looked at him and answered frankly, “The piano.”
Then I laughed, “Okay, I’m worried about all three, but mainly the piano.”
You see, we rescued the poor soul off of Craigslist about three years ago.
And she looked like this:
And she was very sad.
She cried and cried and said, “It’s not easy being purple.”
I lovingly patted her keys and said in a soothing voice, “It’s okay. I’m here to save you.”
Then I realized I didn’t know the first thing about restoring a piano, so I went to the library and checked out a book.
After reading the book, I went to our dear piano and made her look like this:
Then I stripped and scrubbed and stained and lacquered and repaired and reassembled.
It was hard and I wondered if we’d both make it, but after two months of work she was finally done.
And when I showed her a mirror, she cried big ivory tears and wrapped her new bridle straps around me.
She hugged me tight and whispered, “Thank you, Heidi.”
From then on, she and I have shared a special bond.
And that bond is why I breathe a deep sigh of relief every time I walk into my new living room and see her:
My dear 22 ton piano, safe and sound on her new caster cups.
Thank you, Charming et al.–you did a wonderful job!