That might be the sign hanging on my blogging door- except for the fishing part. And except for the relaxing by the stream part. We had a ginormous week of getting our container from Germany which equals boxes all over the house and THE grand piano.
Within the same fifteen minutes the movers showed up, literally, O shoots me an email with a scan of his visa interview scheduled the next morning in Frankfurt. I was running around with my clipboard checking off box numbers as they brought them in. Upstairs, downstairs, main floor and oh sorry, but that needs to go down to the cabin… they were a very patient crew. Then I’d be skyping with O, looking through papers to make sure we were on top of our game for the interview he had to attend solo at the US consulate. Before they could ask him the first question, he asked how long it would take to get his visa stamped passport. The guy replied with a wink and a how about we do the interview first.
PS – River stone is not a good choice for a walkway.
O is a champ and the visa is processed, printed, pasted in his passport and it with the top secret, sealed, only to be opened by special customs person brown envelope is sent within two days.
And he’s flying in at noon today!! PHEW! Let me tell you it’s been a week in CAPS…
The mover went to put the legs and pedals on the piano. Legs made it fine but the bolt for the pedals was missing. We are talking about a German Schiedmayer grand from 1895. I wasn’t going to be running down to Ace hardware for a new bolt. We (meaning I) decided not to panic and just began opening all the boxes for an overview. I found a special key box with desk keys, cabinet keys, bike lock keys, bolts for the tables. No Schiedmayer grand piano pedal bolt. The official piano guy was coming Friday. I’d panic when he told me it was time.
O will be happy to see this!
The piano guy shows up on Friday and lo and behold brings with him this lovely object.
The movers had found it, I assume in the crate, which was unpacked in the truck. They had heard me talking about some piano guy in Anacortes (mainland where the ferry terminal is), called him and said hey are you the one ….And here it is. I do believe. I do believe. I do believe in God and Angels.
Pedals are on and the piano adjusts to his new environment awaiting a tuning in about three weeks. Here’s a question is your piano a male of female?
The craziness of the last few months is finally settling. I almost feel strung out like I’m coming down from a four month long high (and I’m only guessing as I’ve not participated in a lot of otherly substances). There are though, these phases of seeing something huge and overwhelming ahead of you, (international moves, immigrant visas, culture shock etc). Transition to the middle stress part of papers,faxes,emails, threats. Then the completed, joyous, victorious part. And last, the point where you are looking back on it and bringing your head round to look straight ahead. We are ready to move forward.
We will be living with a little less stress, making blackberry scones and drinking green chai tea. Together, eyes wide open, looking straight ahead.