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I’m back! My husband has been home and off work for a week and we’ve been busy with projects around here. Blogging has been on the back burner. With that said, let me tell you about one thing we did…


I was in my pajamas, shelling peas, at 10:30 the other night when I noticed that I had a message on my phone. It was my good friend, Linda K., telling me about an old piano that her church had set out by the Dumpster (she knew I might want it for my artwork.) I told my husband and the next thing I knew, he was putting on his boots, getting ready to go get it! I got dressed and we were in the pick-up headed to town by 10:50. Now, remember, we live 30 miles out. So, I am calculating what time we will be back home, how much the gas will cost and how much I think I might can make from the salvaged piano-parts-turned-into-art. (I would have never thought about that before gas prices got so high.) I decided pretty quickly that it would be a good investment. That’s what I always decide. There was also the tiny concern about the police being called on us by neighboring residents. There would be a little noise from the diesel pick-up and dump trailer. Oh, well, small details, easily dismissed. (In case I haven’t mentioned it before, let me say now, that my husband is extremely supportive of all my crazy ideas and ventures. No matter how many of them fail or how many times I lose interest, he is on the band-wagon every time. It’s amazing! And fun!!!) Because of the way the piano was placed (thanks, Scotty, Linda’s husband) we were able to, fairly easily, get the piano onto the trailer. Just the two of us. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to move a piano, but normally two people can’t manage it. It was on it’s back and the strings were “playing” all the way home. David said it would probably break into “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder” at any moment. Don’t you know that’s been played on it hundreds of times over the years? We were back by midnight, the piano is in the barn and I’m thinking and dreaming…

The inside of an old piano is beautiful.

Ivory keys. “Middle C” is almost always marked with tape.

I think I’d better hang on to him!!!