Labor of Love (part one)

The piano is here safe and sound. No heart attacks were sustained. No limbs or digits were crushed. No head injuries. No cats were stepped on. There is no hole through any part of the house looking down into the basement.

It arrived Saturday while I was at the SAM piano graduation. That was probably a good thing. Bill is in better shape cardiovascular-ly and emotionally, to deal with such things. In case you haven't been following the story--Doris Harrel's Steinway B is now here in Minnesota. We took out the bookcase in the stairwell. We moved the Baldwin to the basement. Around through the backyard. Upon the recommendation of the Baldwin movers, we took out the railings and banister to the staircase to accommodate seven more inches of piano. The Steinway showed up and four masculine angels in jeans and workbooks zenned it up the staircase. Mind over matter. It was just a lot of matter that's all. Slow and steady. They took off the lid--there's a 100 pounds right there. They pulled the action. Every piece possible.

They put it all back together. All the kings horses and all the kings men.
Now, we just need to make it safely through another week until the railing is fixed (pieces are numbered and laid out in the basement) and we will turn the page on this chapter and say our thank yous and blessings.

That's all I have time to say about this right now. Much more later. . .