Finally, the piano is tuned again. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so you know it was bad. Even though there won’t be a Christmas music party this year, at least I’ll be able to tolerate listening to myself plunk out the traditional tunes. My sister reminded me that I could livestream it…but as a gift to all, I won’t.
My piano tuner is 80-some years old, the only person who has tuned it for the past 21 years. Of course I had to schedule him for the snowiest and iciest day we’ve had this Fall. I tell you what though, he is a trooper!
First of all, he was on time. Second, he had to walk up my driveway because his car couldn’t make the rising elevation in the snow! I offered to drive him to his vehicle when he was finished, but no. He wanted to make the trek back. That’s when I had that twinge of regret. I didn’t plow the driveway, hoping the sun would do that job for me. (I did shovel the walks though.)
My husband will be happy that I left a job for him to do, I just know it. And I will provide the “music for plowing.”