My husband and I found a piano. By the side of the road. The thing is ancient--the varnish is all crackled. But the thing plays, and plays well.The fun thing was getting it home. I found it three blocks from home and we wheeled the thing all the way to our garage, up hill and down. (Ever try to control a 1,000 pound piano on a downslope? Whee!)
I wanted a full size, old-fashioned, made-out-of-wood piano. And one just appeared on the side of the road.
Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
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I've always found a piano a wonderful way to relieve stress - big crashing chords.
(In fact, I once had the opportunity to smash up an old piano with a large hammer. You wouldn't believe how much stress that gets rid of.:-) )
I'm limited to an electric one these days, which isn't quite the same, despite being weighted - but I do have a drum kit, which is equally stress relieving, but more antisocial...
I love it when stuff like that happens!
That looks a lot like one we had when I was kid.
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