AZ '09: The Great Piano Move - Part I

The moment I'd been waiting for (or putting off, depending upon how I was feeling): moving my mom's piano from Arizona to Washington. First Larry and I got the piano on the moving dolly we brought (he lifted, I shoved the dolly underneath). Then we moved the piano out of the living room into the empty dining room (my sister had already sold the dining room furniture).

Putting the music I wanted to take home into the bench.

The empty place where the piano stood for over 50 years (not the same the carpet the whole time, though).

The night before we were to leave Phoenix, our helpers showed up, and the men got the piano loaded into the truck:

In she goes!


Ta da! Now we could start loading all of the other stuff--more small pieces of furniture, boxes, boxes. Unfortunately, we couldn't take everything. We had to put back a small table and two stools that were in the backyard playhouse that Rosanna wanted. Too bad, because they had been made by my maternal grandfather.