Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Chippy Piano

My sister-in-law says that our husbands (me and my daughter's) never lead a dull life and they have us to thank for that.  Thought I'd let you in on my pending interuption to any sort of a dull life.

Went to the local university excess supply sale Thursday, not expecting to need to buy any more chairs to paint, metal desks, or old metal wastebaskets.  We already have a double garage full.  So as I scanned the usual pile of old computers and computers, I swept by the perimeter of the warehouse and tucked back in the corner, spied a lacquer black upright piano. 

I flashbacked to walking 7 miles in the blizzard the age of 7...for those unrelenting piano lessons.  Mrs. Day lived in tiny yellow cottage, smaller than that double garage now full of junk.  She defined picturesque... little old lady with her updo and flowered dress, who's piano took up literally half of her living room.  I never practiced, but always pretended like I did. 

All of a sudden I  was a pending maestro.

My dad plays the piano beautifully.  My favorite is his rendition of the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boys.  He can't read a note.  Learned to play while he was a typist in the Army during the Korean War.  For years he has entertained the family with his lively jivin' music...always interspursed with another of his favorites, Rock of Ages. All by ear.  I can do it.

I tried to find the price tag.  No tag.  I hurredly tracked down Abe Vigoda for the nitty.  $12?  Sold.!  Now what?

I'm always amazed at what I can bring into the house and my husband, Jack, never notices until weeks later.  But a piano?

Stay tuned.  My plan is to rush up Monday with my son, another Jack who's not too thrilled with my purchase, load it up and get it into the living room.  Cover it up.  And hope Jack, my husband, stays at the Habitat at least til noon.

1 comment:

  1. Can hardly wait to see if it works! DId you try the piano? Or is it going to be another display piece? :0)