Good Bye Old Friend

We finally sold it. The piano that is. Andrew put it in the paper for today, tomorrow, & Tuesday. A lady called him this afternoon when we got home from church. She had been looking for one for her two young daughters. Apparently the ones she could afford all were sold before she got to them. Her, her mother-in-law, and the two girls came out this afternoon to look at it. They bought it. They are such sweet people and the two little girls were just as cute as they could be. The oldest one's name was even very similar to mine. It was Alana with a long a. I feel good about it going to them. I think they will really enjoy it. But I'm also a little sad that it is leaving us. Oh well, it is going to a good home. Andrew will be delivering it to them on Tuesday morning so I have a little more time to get some playing in.

The Piano

They changed their mind. Then person # 2 changed her mind and soon after person # 3 said she just couldnt' do it. We have two people from work still interested. We are praying that one of them will work out.

I am okay with selling it. Andrew and I talked about it a lot. He told me over and over that he wasn't going to push me to sell it, he understand its value to me. He still has his first guitar.

But see - if we don't sale the piano - we can't afford the shop he wants to build things - like my scrapbook desk. This in itself makes me want to sale it. He is so excited about buying tools and I'm excited for him.

So now we are just praying for a good home for my piano.

Can I change my mind?

When I was in the fourth grade, our music class learned to play the recorder. After all our lessons, we kept our recorders and the book that went with them. Sometime after that, I received a small keyboard, probably for Christmas. I had no music and knew no songs, so I used my recorder book. I taped the keys so that I would know which ones were C, D, A, and so on. I taught myself to play every song in my recorder book on my keyboard. I remember my Daddy saying that I was really good. :) He told my mom that I could probably play piano. So, the next thing I know I'm in a music store with my parents picking out a piano and signing up for piano lessons with my old music teacher. She gave me this beginner book which was SOOOO easy. I worked my way through it in no time. She decided I could move up to the adult book and so I did. I continued my lessons for a couple of years. I was decent, but never got GREAT because I didn't like to practice. I don't really remember when I quit lessons or why to be honest with you. My piano became a place to put pictures and nothing more. A couple of years ago, I decided I wanted to learn to play again. My parents hauled the piano down here and it has been sitting in our office untouched. The bench was in the garage being used as a storage shelf. In the past couple of days during our home improvement projects, the piano has been moved to our living room and the bench uncovered and with the piano.

A few months ago, we decided to sale my piano because it was just taking up space. We've not touched it. This past week I sent out an email to everyone I work with to see if anyone was interested. I have four or five people interested. I'm pretty sure this couple is going to buy it. I'll find out for sure tomorrow hopefully.

But here's the thing. I have found all my music in the bench - my first book and everything I ever played or tried to play. So for the past two days, I've been at my piano as much as possible.

And now - I don't want to sale it. I want to play again. Today I was sitting there playing and just singing away - I'm home alone - and I started to daydream about the future. Being pregnant and playing and singing for my child. And then teaching my child to play someday. I mean what if our kids want to play piano? And I'm about to get rid of mine. My in-laws talk about how when they were young my mother in law always played the piano after dinner and they would all gather around and sing. Ive always thought this was - let's see a little different, old fashioned maybe? But not now. I want my kids around the piano singing after dinner someday.

Oh and last night I was playing and Drew told me he thought if I started playing again that I could be good! That comment meant a lot to me.

Anyways, as I sat there playing and dreaming, I realized I had tears in my eyes. I don't want to sale this piano. I realize it is a tad bit too late, as I have a couple who probably buy it tomorrow. Can't I just change my mind and keep it? It's mine.