Fridays

Here it is Friday again. Boy, the weeks fly by. It's looking like we will be moving our piano up to my daughter's home tonight. She's been waiting for this day for years. We bought it many years ago when she first started taking piano lessons. She took them for 4 or 5 years. Our youngest son took lessons for a couple of years also. The piano was very rough looking at the time. It had been in a school where children had carved names and other not such nice things, into it's wood. I took it all apart and sanded and refinished the whole thing. It turned out so beautiful. Now, maybe another generation may learn on it also.