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[petermarcus]

Lazy Sunday morning. I'm thinking of fruit pancakes with nut sauce, but I can't be lazy today. I'm moving most of my storage space to the garages of various relatives so I don't have to pay the monthly storage rent anymore. This includes "The Piano"

It's my mom's piano, the one she learned on, the one I learned on. One of my prized possessions, through sentiment, not playability (it's out of tune.) It's older than she is, a true antique tall-standup Wurlitzer. The problem with antiques is they made them well. This piano is the heaviest thing in the world. I'm serious -- there are neutron stars that are more airy and buoyant. The harp is five feet of solid (solid) brass. At my old house, I put it in the corner of a room, at the corner of the house, for extra support. When I moved, I noticed the garage floor had cracked underneath it, one floor down. I'd love to keep it here in my apartment, but I really don't think my floor could handle it. So I'm saving it until I get a house again.

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[teaser.livejournal.com]

You're doing the right thing keeping that piano. We also had an ancient piano that my mom and aunts and myself all learnt to play on...it was also one of those with the solid brass harps...anyway, my mom couldn't stand having it in the way all the time and gave it away to one of my aunts. We never saw it again...

I had to buy another piano for Jason to learn on. It's also old, but it has no sentimental value.