My poor blog has been taking an unintended nap. My own computer time has grown scarce as my kids spend more time on it for school and life has been so busy. I finished my yoga training, there has been 6 birthdays in our family, and we’re preparing for our move. We have found a house in the Manassas, VA area and are getting excited. It is hard to stay focused on what needs to be done here and now to get ready instead of filling my pinterest boards with dreams of fireplace makeovers and chicken coops, but there is a yard sale to prepare for, cleaning to do,
and a piano to fix.
Our piano is old. Like over 100 years old. Over the past year several of the keys have stopped working. One by one we lost crucial notes in the Middle C octave. My kids have been practicing on Logan’s little electric keyboard. I felt like Christmas was ruined– well, not ruined, just not quite what it should have been. So, the decision was made to not put the poor thing through another cross country move.
I started taking pictures of it for craigslist.
And, well, one thing led to another.
We watched a youtube video.
We got our screw drivers and wood glue. Brenna wielded the camera.
We unscrewed and glued and screwed. We oohed and ahhed at the amazing mechanics.
The whole house rang with piano strings strummed with guitar picks.
It was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!
Barry even joined in a bit later to help with the finishing touches. We put new felt pads under the keys that needed them and put the whole thing back together.
Pianos are a mechanical miracle– all those moving parts that sound and feel just right. I have loved the piano my whole life, but now I love it even more. I feel so empowered to have fixed my own, lovely, amazing, old piano. Granted, it does need a good tuning.
We’ll have to tackle that when we all get to Virginia.