03-30-2013, 10:06 AM
8/13ths. Wow, that is harsh.
When I was a kid, my parents bought a big piano. It was for my younger sister to play. Not that she had any real interest in it. I guess at the time girls were supposed to take piano lessons. Eventually my parents relented. Of course, the question became, what to do with this big bloody piano? Fortunately, my mom's sister, who lived next door, expressed an interest. By next door I mean 300 yards away (we lived in the country). One weekend my mom and us kids went somewhere, and when we got back, the piano had been moved. My dad did it by himself. A big effin' piano. He wouldn't tell us how he did it. He was always doing shit like that -- feats of strength. He was incredibly strong. Could probably have been a competitive bodybuilder.
No, I don't much take after my dad.
Good luck. And just let me know if something comes up you need help with. Moves are a pain in the butt, and the back, and the brain, and, and... They're just an all-around pain.
When I was a kid, my parents bought a big piano. It was for my younger sister to play. Not that she had any real interest in it. I guess at the time girls were supposed to take piano lessons. Eventually my parents relented. Of course, the question became, what to do with this big bloody piano? Fortunately, my mom's sister, who lived next door, expressed an interest. By next door I mean 300 yards away (we lived in the country). One weekend my mom and us kids went somewhere, and when we got back, the piano had been moved. My dad did it by himself. A big effin' piano. He wouldn't tell us how he did it. He was always doing shit like that -- feats of strength. He was incredibly strong. Could probably have been a competitive bodybuilder.
No, I don't much take after my dad.
Good luck. And just let me know if something comes up you need help with. Moves are a pain in the butt, and the back, and the brain, and, and... They're just an all-around pain.