(This was my Friday) I decided to buy a piano, I’d been considering one since Monday. Now lest you think this is a spur of the moment decision and I have somehow become impulsive; I will state that Bri has been taking piano for over five years and practicing on a keyboard. Yes, I realize that is pathetic. Whatever.
I called my friend Pat Friday morning and said I’d buy it. She said I needed to pick it up by Sunday. I called a piano mover, then another one. We set up a time for between 5 and 6pm. The only problem was that Bri had an orthodontist appointment at 4:30 and I had to take her and a teammate to a swim meet at 5:30. Ok, I’d work it out.
I called the orthodontist to reschedule her appointment. 2:15 was available. Yuck, I’d have to pick her up from school and drive her directly to her appointment. This was probably only the 10th time she’s ridden the bus that I paid for. (Seminary in the morning and swim team after school.) I know it doesn’t matter -- swim team ends soon and she can ride the bus home most days. But still.
I called her school twice to make sure she got the message to not take the bus. I asked my husband if he could take the girls to the meet. It was after his high stress phone call with the CEO so he said sure. I call Pat to arrange to pick up the piano. Great everything is set.
The piano movers call back. They have great news. Then can come between 2 and 3. Ummm, great? That’s better but . . . I call back the orthodontist to reschedule Bri’s appointment for 4:30. My husband is thrilled that they will be here during his phone conference. That time is better for Pat. But I don’t want to call back the high school and say “never mind” after two phone calls and probably sounding like a crazy lady. So, I decide that the construction that is everywhere won’t be a problem and I can pick up Bri and get home before the movers get here.
I start calling Bri as soon as school is out in hopes of catching her before her bus leaves. I call her again after I park. “Yeah, I got your message. I’d rather ride the bus home with Caroline.” Do you think she got either of my messages from school? No. Wasted trip.
Watching the movers haul that piano upstairs convinced me never to go into the business of moving pianos. I heard a couple of colorful expressions.
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Wow, don't you hate all that arranging and rearranging? I try to make my personal appointments in the time between work and when school gets out, and people sometimes get annoyed when I keep asking for a 1:30 or 2:00 time. But it's so much harder to miss work or take a chance on missing school pickup.
Glad to hear that you have a piano now thought!
Thanks. Bri is delighted! It's crazy how everything is scheduled around the kids and if one thing changes sometimes four other things have to.
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