Zaphoon
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- Aug 2, 2008
- Messages
- 2,857
- Reason
- DX UMND/PLS
- Diagnosis
- 08/2011
- Country
- US
- State
- Missouri
- City
- Springfield
My middle daughter's boyfriend talked me into helping a friend of his out. His friend's wife had a unique valentine's gift in mind: "Hubby, get rid of that old upright piano that's been in our garage like, forever and let me have space to park my car in the garage."
I don't know why I say yes to these things. The 3 of us (me, my daughter's boyfriend and his friend with the mandated valentine's day present per wifey) proceeded to move a 56" upright from 1912 into the back end of a pickup truck. Yes, this was done on the cheap! We (or one of us) should have rented a uhaul or a ryder (they have lift-gates).
Long story short, the piano weighed about 700lbs. Oh, yeah! I had to move a bunch of stuff in my garage to accommodate said piano. Then I got the stupid idea to move the big booger into the house. In order to do this, I had to move a rather large piano desk (made from a 1905 big upright) out of the house. While moving the piano desk out of the house (this required a little more muscle than I have but use to have) my dolly gave out (it had more sense than me). Now I have a garage full of piano shaped objects and no room for MY CAR! (insert big sigh....)
I'm an idiot! (I said it before any of you could!)
I still refuse to believe I have anything degenerative in nature going on. (I must have spelled "degenerative" wrong because the computer underlined it in red, as if to say, "Hey, idiot! You spelled it wrong!" Despite the ongoing, relentless muscle spasms, stiffness, crazy walk-thing going on, I'm fine! Just motoring right along as evidenced by a garage full of what use to be someone else's stuff! Guess who's wife is not happy now....
Anyway, because of this activity and other recent piano tuning & moving activity, my legs have become like jello and my arms like rubber bands and more muscles than I can count are screaming at me (as if to yell, "You idiot!"). Even my hands have joined in the mix.
I'd like to say that I really feel terrible but hey, I'm a warrior, right?
I don't know why I say yes to these things. The 3 of us (me, my daughter's boyfriend and his friend with the mandated valentine's day present per wifey) proceeded to move a 56" upright from 1912 into the back end of a pickup truck. Yes, this was done on the cheap! We (or one of us) should have rented a uhaul or a ryder (they have lift-gates).
Long story short, the piano weighed about 700lbs. Oh, yeah! I had to move a bunch of stuff in my garage to accommodate said piano. Then I got the stupid idea to move the big booger into the house. In order to do this, I had to move a rather large piano desk (made from a 1905 big upright) out of the house. While moving the piano desk out of the house (this required a little more muscle than I have but use to have) my dolly gave out (it had more sense than me). Now I have a garage full of piano shaped objects and no room for MY CAR! (insert big sigh....)
I'm an idiot! (I said it before any of you could!)
I still refuse to believe I have anything degenerative in nature going on. (I must have spelled "degenerative" wrong because the computer underlined it in red, as if to say, "Hey, idiot! You spelled it wrong!" Despite the ongoing, relentless muscle spasms, stiffness, crazy walk-thing going on, I'm fine! Just motoring right along as evidenced by a garage full of what use to be someone else's stuff! Guess who's wife is not happy now....
Anyway, because of this activity and other recent piano tuning & moving activity, my legs have become like jello and my arms like rubber bands and more muscles than I can count are screaming at me (as if to yell, "You idiot!"). Even my hands have joined in the mix.
I'd like to say that I really feel terrible but hey, I'm a warrior, right?
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