I never realized how much my piano meant to me. But now that it has a new home with little fingers learning how to play songs on it I find myself really missing it.
I made a deal with all the MEN in my house that I should have thought through a little better! Around Christmas time all the boys in my house decided that they REALLY wanted a pool table. I had no objections to a pool table. I enjoy my boys' friends and thought it would be fun for them. I knew my husband would enjoy having something to do with the kids too. The problem was that we really didn't have room for a pool table unless we took the formal furniture and piano out of the front room. I didn't think I really played my piano all that much- usually only to accompany people that are singing in church and I can practice with them at the church for that. Right? So...the pool table came and the piano went on Craig's list and was gone pretty quickly. I actually cried when we moved it into the garage! We tried to find another place in the house for it to go but there wasn't anywhere that worked. I still look through all my music that seems pointless without a piano to play it on.
Needless to say I am realizing how often I would just go and sit at my piano and play when I was home by myself or stressed out. It calmed me. Maybe I need to take up knitting or something. Or practice harder at pool so other people don't mind playing with me. Oh how I miss my piano!
Seventeen years, seventeen stories.
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