Last weekend I helped our friend Kathryn move out of her house into some storage pods. She couldn’t move immediately into her new house because she was waiting to close on it, so she had to store all of her stuff in two huge metal pods on the street. She didn’t want the piano outside, so we agreed to keep it in our house for a few days until the second move.
So it’s sitting in our kitchen now (for lack of a better place) and Laralee and Kyra have really enjoyed banging on it. Every few years Laralee tells me she’d like to get a piano, and now she’s back on that bandwagon. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to resist. After all, I gave in on the rats…