Another Man's Treasure...

I could not figure out how to move the dumb thing. I thought I would need an enclosed truck with a lift, 6 guys, and a prayer. I was getting worried. Finally, with one day to spare, I brought it home. Three guys, one dolly, and little Chevy S-10. I guess it was for a good cause. After all, it's not just a normal thrift store. Their name reads "Bibles for Mexico Thrift Center." Can I spend money there and count it towards my tithe? Doubtfully. I guess it's a matter of the heart. Anyway- yesterday I brought home my very first piano. It is an antique upright-- you know, the tall, top-heavy kind that make small trucks sway heavily at 40 MPH. It even has the little window that slides open so you can better hear the masterful melodies pouring out from the wonderfully tuned strings. So it's a little out of tune. It might even be a lot out of tune. Look, the beast obviously needs a little TLC... seeing as though I paid a mere $30. I'm going to fix her up and make her beautiful. Love makes things beautiful. That either means I love my piano, or I am in essence "Love". I feel I have reached a new low. I guess I'm trying to say that it's true. One man's trash truly is another man's treasure.