We are getting new carpet tomorrow and needed to remove the over-a-century-old piano that I acquired a number of years ago. Let's just say this bad boy didn't want to go anywhere. It's only about 800 pounds of solid wood and metal. The instrument was built in the late 1800s and was constructed to last. Forever. I believe if an atom bomb were dropped at my very address everything would be blown to smithereens. Except this piano which would remain standing in pristine condition.
My better half and I decided that rather than attempting to slide the beast across our new kitchen flooring we would dismantle it and take it out piece by piece. Bwaahaahaahaa. Easier said than done. He removed what he could which basically left the skeleton. A huge metal skeleton. Dammit. Still heavy. Still awkward to move.
After recruiting some help from a friend. A strong, man friend, we got the job done. But that's only after a few large chunks of my brick step broke off. SOB. Now it's living in our garage. Because it does have rollers we contemplated pulling it behind our Durango. Hmph. Still sounds like a good idea. Or roll in into our neighbors driveway. I don't think they knew we had and it they didn't witness us moving it out. Hmph. That sounds good too.
We did find a couple of interesting items, however, in the process of stripping the piano of it's outer shell. A 1918 wheat penny, which is probably worth, ohhhh, about a penny. A 1902 indian head penny which is worth a little something. A teeny, tiny toy missile. And a gaggle of dead maggots. At least I think they were maggots. Once I saw the nasty lil' insects I was so over the piano. Hey, it was nice ticklin' your ivories but you've gotta go. You're infested.
Old Piano
late 1800s - 2007
RIP
