Space, the final frontier
Dec. 6th, 2005 17:05![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillThe piano is gone.
The living room is suddenly vast. I took Nick for a few turns of a basic waltz, just to show him how simple it was. I feel like I can breathe, after being holed up in a room which was starting to give me claustrophobia. Sure, there's stuff shoved up against the bookshelves and the walls which needs to go somewhere, but I'm enjoying the sense of space right now.
It was taken away to a small town near Willits this morning, by a guy who has an active hobby of restoring antique pianos. He and his friend just finished off a 1908 piece, and they were looking for another project; this one fit the bill.
He was apparently very pleased at the state it was in: no warping of the soundboard, frame intact, bridges in good shape, all the ivory on the keys, etc. He's up to the cosmetic woodwork, he'll polish the metal and replace the strings, and he'll send the hammers out to be re-felted. A labor of love, and that piano certainly deserves some TLC after all these years.
It feels good. My dad was muttering that he goes up that direction on rides every so often and may arrange to drop in. I'm tempted to do the same (any excuse for a road trip, right?)
The living room is suddenly vast. I took Nick for a few turns of a basic waltz, just to show him how simple it was. I feel like I can breathe, after being holed up in a room which was starting to give me claustrophobia. Sure, there's stuff shoved up against the bookshelves and the walls which needs to go somewhere, but I'm enjoying the sense of space right now.
It was taken away to a small town near Willits this morning, by a guy who has an active hobby of restoring antique pianos. He and his friend just finished off a 1908 piece, and they were looking for another project; this one fit the bill.
He was apparently very pleased at the state it was in: no warping of the soundboard, frame intact, bridges in good shape, all the ivory on the keys, etc. He's up to the cosmetic woodwork, he'll polish the metal and replace the strings, and he'll send the hammers out to be re-felted. A labor of love, and that piano certainly deserves some TLC after all these years.
It feels good. My dad was muttering that he goes up that direction on rides every so often and may arrange to drop in. I'm tempted to do the same (any excuse for a road trip, right?)
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Date: 2005-12-07 16:16 (UTC)