My friend Cheryl and her sister Lori and their kids fell in love with this 1948 Gulbansen piano. They came back several times, researched the make, loved the feel of the piano, and then rented a small U-Haul and away it went. The girls will get piano lessons like their mothers.
But they did leave me my needlepoint bench and I hung my sunflower crewel picture above it. They need a longer bench for the girls to play duets on, or a mother to supervise piano playing. In my new place in Huntsville, Alabama, with less square footage, that needlepoint bench will be used for mittens, hats and Ziggy's harness and leash. Who knows, I may come back to this area to hear the girls' recital one day.
Now the rugs can be cleaned on Friday, and I have to finish taking care of clutter. I have that big trash can to keep putting things in and I am reminded of this quote.
Clutter is anything that gets between
you and the life you want.
The new life I want includes writing that dissertation on being a caregiver. The new life I want means renting, so a landlord can take care of the repairs that I have had to do here: new water softener, new garage door, painting. I am so happy I am downsizing and moving to live by family.
Pharis continues on projects to make the house ready for the market.
Ziggy watches and Pharis and neighbor Mr. White discuss getting the house ready. In the second backyard, Pharis' daughter is loading dry branches to hall away. Mr. White was also willing to help with the piano moving. Instead two neighbors lent a hand with the piano.