A Grand Situation

I’m drinking a lousy Starbucks coffee but it was purchased under duress.
Well, more like stress than duress but what the hell.

Had to have more bloodwork done this morning, so I was out and about at 8:00 a.m. Since there’s a 12 hour fast required prior to the blood draw I couldn’t make my pot of coffee before I left the house. Hence the stale, burnt, bitter Starbucks.
Not that I think that their coffee is garbage. I don’t.
I think it’s shit.

I’ve been lacking in motivation the past ten days and was sick two days last week. I actually went to see a doctor (hate that, having no health insurance) which is why more blood work was instigated.
This lack of motivation has been inspired by some other causes than those of a physical nature. Such as this one!

The phone rings Thursday night and it’s my step-mother. Seems she’s sold Dad’s house. This was unexpected as the gingerbread manse was priced at a million bucks and is located in Idyllwild; that ephemeral mountain town of few people, beautiful forests, snow-covered peaks, no stop-lights, and my old life.

Here’s the problem. Now that dad’s house has been sold I have less than 40 days to get the concert grand piano (oh it’s bigger than a baby grand trust me) into my possession in Reno.
Uh oh. There’s barely enough room for me in this apartment.
In reality this means that I have less than 40 days to find a new home.

I’ve seen a few places out there and so far nothing I can afford or deem safe.  I’m supposed to go and look at a house today. It’s owned by an acquaintance who’s moving out of state and it sounds perfect. Fabulous location, landscaped yard, plenty of room for my daughter, myself, the grand piano, keyboards and antiques as well.
Everything except for one small detail. The rent is almost double what I can afford.
There’s potential though: The house is supposed to be split into two parts, with both having their own entrances. Theoretically this means I could rent the house and sublet half of it.
This frightens the hell out of me. For good reason.

Donna told me to ’take a chance!’ and do it.
I don’t know. It seems that every time I’ve taken a chance recently, well in the past year or so, my luck hasn’t been that great. In fact it’s been lousy and I’m tired of being beat up. Or better yet, beating myself up. The bruises take a long time to heal and while I look good in black, blue just isn’t my color.

In case you’re thinking ’Rachael why don’t you sell the piano and buy a smaller one or simply consider leaving the piano in Idyllwild?’ I’ll tell you that there’s no way.

For one thing it is the sole thing that my father left to me. That piano is alive. It’s more than a gorgeous piece of furniture. It’s more than a musical instrument. It’s more than a piano… which for me is saying volumes.
This Knabe grand has been in the family since the 1930’s. My father learned to play on it. I can remember him playing when I was a little girl and this is what inspired me to learn. When I was a teenager and would visit him on the weekends this piano saved my life. His family then (a psycho step-mother and her psycho brood) were very cold and hostile towards me but I could always escape at the keyboard and into my music.
My father knew this. We shared the gift and love of music through this physical thing made of wood and strings.

So it will stay with me. When I die it will go to my daughter. I hope so anyway. It would be a good legacy. There is no gift so fine as music and memories.

I’ll let you know how the house hunt goes.
Oh, and if you reside in Reno and know of a 2 bedroom place with a living room large enough for a grand piano then please do contact me.
Soon.
Really really fucking soon.

~Miss R

6 thoughts on “A Grand Situation

  1. Step-mom has to have made a small fortune on the house sale. She cannot part with a little of it to ship the piano to you?

    Cheap bitch.

    [Sorry, but really, that is ridiculous.]

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  2. oooh i think that we all know the situation with my family yes? the last time i wrote here about familial interactions my sister and i forever ceased speaking.
    i’ll say that step-mom has offered to help pay for part of the move.
    yay!
    there will be nothing ever from the estate though.
    dear god. my dad IS rolling over in his grave.
    oh yeah did i mention? he was finally fucking buried.
    i know he’s pissed off about this wherever he went 😉

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  3. oh fuck me to tears max you always make me laugh!

    actually i’m pretty sure that they all pitched in and spent his money on a take-out box from the chinese place down the street.
    convenient carrying handle doncha know.

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  4. Rach…

    You will NOT give up that piano! Even if I have to sell myself on Fourth St. to raise cash for the move. Might need some help though…quarters are heavy. If you get stuck you can store it at the Mission here. I won’t touch it, I promise. I lose track after 12 notes anyway, remember?

    That piano continues to carry the essence of your father, good memories in the face of other memories not so good. A continuation when everything else is disposable. Get it. Keep it.

    As far as the relatives go, fuck ’em. Not literally…pretty sure they couldn’t take it.

    Donna

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  5. donna,
    as always you’re suggestions are sound…. and welcome.
    although for the love of flying spaghetti monster stay the hell away from 4th street -shudder-.
    the quarters will be the cleanest thing you’ll come across there. wait. maybe that was a bad way to phrase it.

    you’re right of course. the piano does carry the essence of my father and so i went on another journey today and found…. a place to accomodate myself, the piano and the demon seed. said seed has to live in the basement. heh.
    you must love this already.
    the rent is $200.00 more a month than i can reasonably afford but i’d rather live in the piano than part with it.
    so there you have it.

    no worries about the family. i’d rather be celibate for the rest of my life than fuck ’em. woooo that IS saying something.

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