the piano

Yes I thought it would be a fabulous idea to buy a piano at an estate sale 2 blocks from our house...

And didn't think about how to move a zillion pound giant piece of furniture into the house...

or the fact that our house does not exactly have, um, room for a zillion pound giant piece of furniture...

or that neither me nor Mr. Blueberry Pancakes knows how to play the piano, so it's really just a zillion pound giant piece of furniture...

BUT Mr. Blueberry Pancakes insisted that I have always wanted a piano (which is true) and of course this idea sounded especially fabulous (!!) after our 50-miles-of-hills-east-of-Denver bike ride...

SO.... we bought the piano.

 

 

 

It was moved into the house by piano movers, fits perfectly where it is and I will learn to play it enough so that I can invite you all to a Drunken Piano Recital at the Birthright Haus in the near future.  :)