Since we've been having moth problems, I cleaned my piano thoroughly. And I do mean thoroughly. Opened the top, removed all the panels, the
hammer mechanism and even all the keys.
If reincarnation exists and you come back as a spider or moth, move into a piano.
My piano was a present from a family I befriended. They apparently hadn't cleaned it thoroughly for the longest of times either. Plus, the kids
sometimes used the instrument as a table to do their crafts on. Underneath the keys was a massive slab of dust, a lot of little paper clippings, some
little things like pins and washers, a little old misplaced memory card, and money. Three guilder quarters and a good old Dutch dime. 'Course we
don't pay with those anymore but it was a nice trip through memory lane.
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