Painting

I recently acquired a piano from my cousin, once removed, who is also my roommate. Her sister, Linda, just passed away and left her with a beautiful antique hutch. Unfortunately, making room for that hutch required her to get rid of her piano. So she gave it to me if I could fit it into my room. I had to stand the piano up on it's side to fit it through the door, but it's in there now. At night I reach out from my bed and feel for it in the darkness, always a little unsure if I dreamt I had a piano or I really do have one.

This brings me to what I did after work today. Seeing my piano against the drab walls of my bedroom is a bit like talking to someone who has a strand of hair stuck to their lips as they prattle on to you about something serious. It's completely distracting and annoying! However, Home Depot can help. I charged my credit card $53 to pay for paint, brushes, tape, spackling paste, and so on. I couldn't help it. (Yes, I took my credit card back from Aaron before he left to Guatemala. I honestly had no intention of using it.)

I hope next time, I'll be posting before and after pictures of my room.

Sidenote: I've been listening to Harry Potter on CD all day and I'm starting to think in a British accent. Just know that this entry was written as such. I think that's where the word "prattle" came from.