We will meet again....

Probably the most difficult part of moving is the loss of the lovely 1920s baby grand that you see behind me. While the cello is not exactly a piccolo to toss into the handbag, at least it can travel with me. Albeit, it is no end to amusing to me that the only time I considered getting a slightly larger vehicle than my adorable red MiniCooper was trying to get the cello safely ensconced in the vehicle. The only way it possibly fits is in the front seat floor tilted towards the back with the seat pushed back all the way, but the looks I get is pretty well worth the effort. However, there's no hope for hauling around a 1500 pound piano, so it's not a goodbye, but a plan to meet again when I return for Indy visits!