I just waved goodbye to my baby grand piano. No, I didn't take photos of its departure -- enough is enough.
I've gifted the piano to my church as a farewell gift. This solves my dilemma of "keeping it in the family" without having to move it and find a place for it. And yes, I fee a H-U-G-E sense of relief and gladness knowing where I'm sending it.
My house looks amazingly bigger. Another huge plus, with the house soon going on the market. The living room is brighter and airy. All those things the professionals recommend when selling real estate!
I'll scale back with my "next" piano -- assuming I have another piano in my future. Frankly I can't imagine my life without a piano. I've had one most of my years since I was 4 years old. There were a few years in there after my first piano left me in my 30s when I didn't have one, but I then did get a Yamaha electric piano when I lived in an apartment, before moving to this house. My baby grand came to live with me 11 years ago, almost to the day.
It's all grown up now, no longer a baby. It's time for it to go to church before those troubled teen years arrive.
Bye, Piano! I'll come visit you!
2 comments:
Very nice and generous thing you did there.
That was a very nice thing to do. I don't know a church that couldn't use a (or another) piano.
You're good people, Trix. :)
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