Day 662 Moody Bluey

31st May 2019

Move out, clean up day 7

I never, ever, want to repeat this day ever again. We eventually got the piano out of the basement, it was not easy, and took most of our combined strength to do it. I was still determined to separate the wooden frame from the cast iron chassis, but in the end I had to admit defeat, and after an attempt to lift it step by step failed despair set in. I had to lighten the structure, and do it with the tools I had available. At one point I snapped at Kelli for allowing the piano in the first place, but I immediately regretted it, and apologised. This was not helping, but I was frustrated. Kelli went to see if there were people in the neighbourhood who could help, but they must have hid themselves away, so no help came over the hill.

My frustration turned to anger as I attacked it with a crowbar at the corner were I had removed screws, it lifted, I then kicked at the timber until the joint gave way. This was that glimmer of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel that wasn’t a train approaching. Attacking the other side yielded the same result. I now have three sides wood free, now we were getting somewhere. The plan was now set, we would slide the frame up the stairs on the last piece of wood that was attached. Kelli was at the front, with a rope tied around her waist, she would pull as I pushed. It took a couple of attempts to get it up the first section of the stairs. Poor Kelli was straining so hard her teeth gritted together looking not unlike the piano keys on the bloody instrument we were trying to move. With extraordinary effort, pulling every ounce of strength we had we got it to the top of the stairs.

Now we had to get it down some stairs to the garage. That proved relatively easy, had it got out of control it would have pushed me through the garage wall, with Kelli not far behind.

Using the last of whatever muscle power we had we slid it into back of the truck. It creaked and sank a bit, this was only part of the crap we had to take. We borrowed Cameron’s vehicle as it was larger, but we also filled up the Toyota, and drove in convoy to the dump.

There was a feeling of elation as we slid the piano chassis into the dumpster. These were the last musical sounds it made as it hit the floor, a sad end to it’s life, but it fought all the way and almost beat me.

Kelli was an amazing power house, without her it wouldn’t have happened. What was appropriate is her favourite album is “ In search of the lost chord” by the Moody Blues, well I think we bloody found it.