living in an empty house

Well, not really empty but much emptier than it was before. The people from Cross Borders came and, as promised, took lots and lots of stuff.  From beds to a desk to dishes to dolls and so much more, they loaded up their truck and will be back Thursday for another load. They may even take the piano although I don't have high hopes for that.  My friend says she leaves odds and ends of furniture out at the curb with the trash and it always gets picked up long before the garbage. Somehow I don't think that will work with an old upright heavy piano.  Not to mention that I can't quite see myself pushing it uphill to the curb.  Ah well, everything else seems to be working out so probably this will also.  If not, I'll wrap it in bright paper, put a big red bow on it and leave it as a surprise for the new owners.  Now that I think about it, I remember my father doing something similar.  We had an old upright in, of all places, my bedroom.  After it was moved in my dad did quite a bit of remodeling on that old house, including adding a hall way. When he sold the house and was moving out it was discovered that there was no way to get the piano out.  So it stayed.  I learned later that the new buyers took it apart and passed it out piece by piece through the window.