at ten o'clock a.m. we arrived at the home of an historic oakwood resident. as we were getting out of the car, a neighbor opened her door and watched us get hugo out of the back of the car. we knew that even a suspect facial expression could land us in deep doo-doo with the vigilant watch-dog.
confidently, we approached the front door. donna knocked and/or rang the bell several times. the fourth one yielded an opened door... with a woman dressed in her bathrobe, looking like the irs had just come to audit her oh shit! we arrived one hour early; too early for the woman to be awake. it must have been quite a party last night.
she was selling her baby grand piano and our piano tuner said that with some work, the piano could be a good choice. now i have had a dream for years of owning a baby grand piano. and the piano tuner has been on the lookout for me. there is something about the sound, the beauty, and the presence of a baby grand that captures the attention of the senses.
i must say that the woman was much nicer to us than i would be if awakened at a 'bad time' in fact, one of my friends texted me at midnight a few days ago. throwing tlc out the window, i told him if it happened again, i would return the call at 4:30 am. but i am digressing into my own personal bitterness.
playing the beautiful piano left me wanting for a much better tone quality, accurate pitch, and octaves that resembled each other. even after a recent tuning, this piano just didn't cut it. i tried to talk myself into buying it by the process of 'making do' with an inferior piano. so i put on a happy face and put a positive spin on the instrument, especially in front of the woman. i hope it's not too tacky to mention that the piano had been in her deceased husband's family for several generations. she had it refinished for approximately the same price as the price for which she was selling it to us. i just couldn't point out the negatives, glaring as they were.
as we were leaving the house, we noticed another neighbor who stepped out unto the front porch and watched us until we were in our vehicle. it reminded me of the tv show 'laugh in' in which celebs would peek out of a door, say something loony, and the retreat only to have another celeb repeat the process.
driving home, donna asked me about the piano. at that moment, i had to choose my words carefully. i so badly wanted to say how much i loved the piano, minimizing the obvious problems. but instead i said, 'i don't want to buy it'. in response, donna was relieved. she said the piano didn't sound good. and so our first venture into grand piano buying was over. btw, i purposely did NOT take my checkbook. smart move when i really, really, really want something.
when dreams are involved, making decisions are difficult.. the head and the heart lose their best friend status. chaos erupts. compromises are offered. deals/bribes are made. but like an inner superhero, intuition appears. having sat back and listened to all the pros and the cons of a decision, the superhero offers a most comfortable chair in which to settle in comfort and relief. 'follow your gut'!!
now i am the first to say that 'gut decisions' and intuitive answers are not always the best ones. but in my experience, finding that place of peace AFTER the heart/head battle has been going on for too long almost always sends me to a helpful, healthy place.
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