by My present to myself. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to carry everything up to my 5th floor walk-up apartment. (Scroll down for the picture of me and the boxes I carried. My weight training paid off.) I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to assemble all the things that needed assembling. But here it is! I haven’t had a piano for close to thirty years. I have to get my old lady fingers back in shape. For the curious, the piano is electric, it’s a Roland FP-10. It does a pretty good job of mimicking how a piano feels to play and how it sounds.
As you can see, the boxes are practically as big as I am! Look at those babies. Not only were they heavy, they were so big they were difficult to maneuver. Oh God. I’m remembering the agony of climbing the stairs with the heaviest box. It was quite the challenge. It was actually a good feeling to be able to manage it. But still. I need a strong boyfriend. Applications welcome.
