First of all, I'm not sure how to say thanks for all the supportive comments, positive thoughts and prayers. Kris and so many others reminded me that hard times help us relate to and understand the struggles of others and also make us stronger. You are truly my online friends. Thank you.
So instead of dwelling on myself..I'm so over that...let's get on to cheerier and better things. Someone in the local school district who is spearheading a project donating quilts to KU Med Center pediatric unit found out that I'm a quilter and she asked if I would like to help. How can you say no to that! So, I looked at the stash and pulled out some fabric to make some quilts to donate. I like these combos...cheery and fun.
Something kids might like. I think I'll use some of the patterns from the Atkinson's Happy Hour pattern book. They are easy and quick, but look cute too. By the way if anyone else might be interested in donating a quilt or two, it's a great cause and I'd be happy to be the delivery person. Just email me and we'll make arrangements. I'm going to try to get all the cutting done so I can sew the tops this weekend.
Oh, and here's a quick update to the piano saga. (You have to read this post to see where and how the piano adventure began!) As you may remember, the last place you saw the piano was laying on its side in the back of my car. Well, it remained in that position for 4 days. Yes, 4 days driving around town with a piano in the back of the car. I'm surprised some curious policeman didn't stop me for questioning. It took 5 of us to remove said item from the car. Thank goodness the direction was down and not up. Not only was it heavy, but terribly awkward. Picture two adults and 3 teenagers. Kind of like Laurel and Hardy meet the 3 Stooges. There it is hanging half way off of the back of the car and the 5 of us are debating the next move. You would think that conversation would have happened before we slid it out. No, not us. After what seemed like an endless debate, the piano ended up upright and sitting in the middle of the garage. Then of course, my overoptimistic husband said, "I think we can get it upstairs." One of my assistant movers chimed in that he and his brothers had moved a piano at their house and it almost slid back on them. I nixed any more thoughts, notions, or ideas of moving that piano one more inch. No one was was going to risk life and limb even for a piano.
The poor piano lingered in the garage for weeks. I finally bit the bullet and hired a piano mover. I had to call a different guy. The first guy I called was the one I told that I had a piano in the back of my car. I think he thought at first that I was a crank caller...based on the silence on the phone...and then he asked, "How did it get there." That conversation ended quickly.
Yesterday, two HUGE guys showed up with a big truck, a piano dolly, lots of ramps and some big thick straps. First they tried to move it up the basement steps. Oops, ceiling was too low. I asked the biggest guy (bigger seems to be higher seniority in piano mover guys) what was next. He said they'd bring it around the front and try the front entrance. It's amazing how big piano mover guys can fit into itty bitty spaces when they have to. Maybe they're expandable...kind of like that rubber man super hero. Well, these guys were definitely my heroes. They got that piano up the steps around a tiny corner and into my living room. I was totally in awe. The piano was safe and they looked no worse for the experience except a tiny bit of sweat!
So for now, my baby has a home. Someday she'll get some reconditioning and tuning and we'll be making sweet music together!