If you are thinking, why the heck would you add a piano to the chaos of your house, that is a valid point. But I have a slight hoarding nature and whenever I hear the word 'free' it seems like something I would need.
This piano has been in my mom's house since I was in the 5th grade. It has moved to Alaska and back, and then in at least three houses in my hometown, before landing in it's current spot. No one plays it at my mom's anymore. Just the grandkids banging away, during the already over crowded and much to loud family parties. Both of my sister's have inherited pianos in different ways, so this was a lonely piano, needing a family to love it.
Luckily, that's me. Well, me and my three boys. Today my husband, his very good friend, and two 16 year old boys (my nephew and his friend, not some strangers because that would be weird) moved this piano out of my mom's house and into mine. As our friend said, "It was easy"! I am glad he thinks that, and I am glad (and a little nervous) that this is in our home.
My oldest son has expressed an interest in playing an instrument. His choice would be a guitar or the drums. Well, we have a piano. A piano that was for the most part free - except for the lunches, the gas money, the tip for the teenage boys, and the stress it caused my mom. Now to find lessons for this boy. Because until then, I've got three boys who completely believe they know how to play the piano and sing. All at the same time.
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Congratulations! I really didn't think it would be as easy as it was. I can say that becuase I had my eyes averted through the whole process!
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