Nothing comes without a cost.

T LOVES to play the piano. Alas, we don't have one. He is a menace whenever we go to my friend Y's house as he spends the whole time making music (the most aweful din to those of us who don't have his ear!) I have been keeping my eye out for a piano on craigslist and at our local charity shops as I have felt the time for K to start piano lessons is soon... it is such a beautiful skill to have. I haven't found one, that is, until today! 

I am flabberghasted as I'm sure you will be too! 

On our usual Saturday morning garage sale outing, what did we drive past with a 'FREE' sign on it? A PIANO! A beautiful, tuned piano. I was so amazed that someone would just put a piano on the side of the road for anyone to take, I had to knock on the door to check with the owner. I admit I patted my hair into place for the candid camera I was sure was hiding in the hedge. But, yes, no joke, the piano was free for the first person who claimed it! 

Still acting nonchalant for the hidden camera, we loaded it onto A Good Man's truck with the help of two early morning runners and set off for home, still a bit incredulous of our great find. 

At home, our neighbour helped us unload it (wow, piano's are heavy!). Alas, a in the process, A Good Man walked into the sharp edge of it's foot and dented his head! Blood... I thought it needed a stitch but he (afraid of needles like all good men are) assured me that all it needed was pressure, neosporin and a band-aid. 

Our new piano is in her new home in the playroom. K and T are making wonderful music as I write but poor A Good Man. He is wearing the cost of our piano on his forehead for all to see. He really is a good man!

T