Well, it's done, the Sisters house closed and STM went over there this past weekend to pack up and haul back everything that he wasn't able to give away. There was nothing of value in the home. Isn't that interesting that I was so attached to all the stuff that is nearly impossible to give away?
Now the garage is full of stuff I am trying to find the proper home for, and as a last resort, hauling to the dump. We did bring home the couch and love seat that were there. We got the set used for $100 years ago, and have beat them up pretty well since. A couple over-the-counter slip covers are doing the trick, though, and now they are in our basement which is actually turning into the family room I've always wanted it to be, instead of the room at the bottom of the steps with all the *&^% in it.
As with all room makeovers, what you do to one, spills over to the next. Now I want to haul the piano from the main floor and put it in the new family room. I've never liked where it was placed when we moved, but I have kept it there all these years because that was the only main floor inside wall for it.
It was all about getting a piano I don't like, in the perfect spot for it and not for us. I inherited the piano when my dad died. He never played it. Not once. He acquired it when one of his tenants moved out and didn't take it. It's not my style. It's got emotional baggage. It's big and heavy and takes up a lot of prime real estate on the main floor. But there it's stayed, without question, for seven years.
Finally dawned on me that since I paid nothing for it, don't like it, and am only keeping it around for Rojo to bang on, it does not need, or in fact deserve inside wall status.
You'll be happy to know that the STM is working on getting a few friends over here, a couple of boards on casters, and hauling that hand-me-down-me-down-me-down piano's ass to the basement and the bad wall it deserves.
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13 comments:
Good for you woman.
I love how the decisions we make inside the houses eventually come down to the decisions inside our hearts.
It's amazing how much prime space is taken up by stuff we don't like or want but keep through habit or obligation.
One of my friends says, "As above, so below," at points like this. Meaning: this is true of the inside walls in our homes and in our hearts.
Can't wait to see what you're making room for--on the inside walls you can see and the ones you cannot.
And the ripples keep on extending out from your acceptance and surrender. I love that one of the outcomes here is your getting something you've always wanted. How cool is that?
The tyranny of the gift.
Ooh, I can't wait to hear what you decide to do with the coveted inside wall. I have this sense of abundance and space as I picture that room now. I just know it will fill with something lovely.
Way to send that piano to its rightful spot!
What's going on the inside wall? Or will you leave it free and open?
I always love it when I ask "why am I doing this [this way]?" and realize that I can do it however I darn well please instead~! Congratulations.
"Finally dawned on me that since I paid nothing for it, don't like it, and am only keeping it around for Rojo to bang on, it does not need, or in fact deserve inside wall status."
Love this. I won't keep anything in my house I don't like, if I can ever help it. Drives my dad nuts. lol
Why keep it at all? Sell it!
;)
yeah for you...
Yes! And I love the differentiation of inside and outside walls. It's applicable to so many areas of our lives.
i so love this. good on you, sister. i've started the daunting process of sorting and cleaning and hauling and selling a bunch of stuff. my third floor is currently a war zone. don't think it's not your fault. :)
And, why not donate that piano to someone/somewhere who might be able to use/appreciate it? Cause girl, once it's in the basement, it'll NEVER come back out!
-M in Vancouver
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