Thursday, May 21, 2009
We have an old, to be generous we'll call it antique, piano that a former coworker of mine gave us. It is in desperate need of a some love. It has several keys that have lost their ivory, is probably quite out of tune (not that I would know) and has at least one dead key. Neil has been pushing to get rid of it pretty much since the day it came in to our lives. I never learned an instrument and it is one of my great regrets so my thought was that it would be perfect for our kid(s) to learn how to play the piano. However that is at least a few years off.
For now, it just sits, gathering dust, in our living room.
After having walked past, under and into it for the last umpteen months, Sophie took notice of it for the first time yesterday. Since I would probably pee myself if one of the cats jumped up on the keys in the middle of the night, we usually keep the cover over them but she discovered that she could lift up the cover and stick her little hand in and make NOISE. Seeing an opportunity to keep my sweet pea occupied for a little bit, I took off the cover and let my little musician go to town. Now she can't get enough of it.
Neil had broken me down and I was just about ready to ship it off to wherever old pianos go to die, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I'll call up a piano tuner. See if we can breath some life back into this old beast.