Mr. “Do It Myself”
The manifold reasons I love you are these.
Though you puff and you pant and you groan and you wheeze,
recruiting much help from your back and your knees,
nonetheless, my piano you managed to squeeze
up the stairs to the tower, saying it was a breeze.
So as I snap a photo, be sure to say, “Cheese,”
then promise me, dear, for I’m down on my knees.
If we move it again, hire a moving crew, please!!!!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is cool ‘n
I ain’t foolin’
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I see rhyme hatchin’ is catchin’.
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Is this fiction, Judy?
You should see the size of my piano; it is still a mystery to me how my husband and a friend got it through the door!
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It is fiction, but I have a friend who was given a grand piano and somehow the men got it up to her third story Apt. I think they got a crane and put it up over her balcony, but I know they also had to remove the stair railing…perhaps to get her other piano out. Not sure. Where there is a will there’s a way but now she’ll never be able to move.
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You know what James Bod said, “Never say never again.”
Mine is not a grand, but it’s a huge upright. It’s my mother’s old piano. I couldn’t bring myself to part with it, and anyway, I still play.
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Good for you. I took twelve years of lessons and never got very good.
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It was my major in college, until I sort of damaged my left arm practicing for a competition and switched to general Arts Theory, leaving piano as a minor.
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My morning laugh. Thanks for joining in Judy 🙂 🙂
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I love it!
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