the new piano has arrived. i love its solid bulk. i love the understated finish so that it does not look new. i love that the name is quietly printed below the shelf. i love the evenness of the touch (the yamaha was 31 years old). but most of all i love the buttery richness of its tone that effortlessly floats to the far reaches of the room.
is this how a good piano should sound, J1 asks. he misses the tinny tone of the yamaha.
i have met my dream piano, i think. HOM slyly asks if i will dream of a grand in a few years, but i think not. my dream (my hope, really) is to have many years of jamming on my beloved piano with HOM on his beloved taylor. we have become polygamous, me with my second husband and he with his second wife.
but for now, i need to:
1. get it seasoned.
2. figure out how to fix up the dammp-chaser.
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