Archive for November, 2008
I read this following news story to him. He decided it was probably some husband sick of listening to his wife play! I said, “Hey!” and he laughed so hard he choked on his tea.
Years ago I bought a piano and self taught myself – it was torturous (for him and I to listen to) but he even bought me more books on piano for beginners. He used to play chess while I practiced and when I asked him how he could, said he tuned the piano out (no pun intended).
Anyway, I’m thinking now his true feelings came out:) And no, I haven’t played in years, since he has been retired.
Story courtesy CNN
Was it a theft? A prank? A roundabout effort to bring some holiday cheer to the police? Authorities in Harwich, Massachusetts, are probing the mysterious appearance of a piano, in good working condition, in the middle of the woods.
A police officer examines an oddly placed piano in the woods of Harwich, Massachusetts.
Discovered by a woman who was walking a trail, the Baldwin Acrosonic piano, model number 987, is intact — and, apparently, in tune.
Sgt. Adam Hutton of the Harwich Police Department said information has been broadcast to all the other police departments in the Cape Cod area in hopes of drumming up a clue, however minor it may be.
But so far, the investigation is flat.
Also of note: Near the mystery piano — serial number 733746 — was a bench, positioned as though someone was about to play.
The piano was at the end of a dirt road, near a walking path to a footbridge in the middle of conservation land near the Cape.
It took a handful of police to move the piano into a vehicle to transport it to storage, so it would appear that putting it into the woods took more than one person.
Asked whether Harwich police will be holding a holiday party in the storage bay — tickling the ivories, pouring eggnog — while they await word of the piano’s origin and fate, Hutton laughed. No such plans.
Harwich police have had some fun, though. Among the photos they sent to the news media is one of Officer Derek Dutra examining the piano in the woods. The police entitled the photo “Liberace.”
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Last night was a bit of a bomb due to my moving his books. Anyway, he picked our picture up, studying it intently. I commented something to the effect about a good looking couple. He replied he was a geek – “look at the narrow tie, I hated ties” – Told him we were at dinner after work and that’s why it is loosened.
“So, that’s you and ?” He replied, “Somebody”. So, he has forgotten my name but I know that he knows it’s us.
Just now I watched him wrestle with his cardigan – he has it upside down, then puts it “buttons toward the back” and his right arm in the left sleeve. When it didn’t work, he folded it neatly and put it on his lap. Got up, pretending I hadn’t seen, got him into it and hugged him, telling him I loved him. his reply, “Thank you, Hon.” A lost Treasure.
So one room (our bedroom) is sparkled up for Christmas and heaven help anyone who does anything to it!!! (Place hysterical laughter here)
I even washed light fixtures and all the hung pictures.
Actually, this supreme effort began when I decided I could no longer look at the stacks of paper back novels on the cocktail table. We hauled them all to the shelves and I asked if he would keep just 2 or 3 out til Christmas is over. Happy to comply.
An hour later, a big black cloud appeared over his head. He was surveying his world and decided he didn’t like the new (neat) arrangements. “What did you do with my stuff?” Showed him the books but the cloud dropped lower overhead. I should have known better than to disturb his world.
So, now we have many, many books back on the cocktail table, he’s content, I’m not and I want to run away.
The three of us were on the bed watching hockey, yes, the cat does like hockey:) Anyway, all during the day, Wayne will get up and wander thru the lower level, usually looking for his office and his books.
Buddy usually waddles after him but some days he is lazy and stays on the bed – but he sits up, alert and listening to Wayne’s footsteps. If he goes into the bathroom down there, Buddy relaxes and resumes his snooze – but if he hears Wayne make a turn to another area, his ears move and he turns and looks at me as if to warn me to go help out.
This little ball of fat is worth his weight in gold.
With gentle nudges and prods, the Spirit of Christmas is edging me closer – getting in the mood to decorate and (horrors!) even bake. When MiHwa called the other day, she asked if we could make cookies, chocolate chip cookies! I’ll let her in on the wonderful surprise of CC cookies and cold milk once we bake them – or vanilla ice cream softened over fudge brownies!
After all my intentions of making it the “best Christmas ever”, I seem to be deliberately defeating my plans – until today. So, off the computer for a bit while I start on the bedrooms. If I decorate them first, it gets done, otherwise may cop out.
The sun is shining, literally and figuratively today in our little spot.
