Spring Cleaning

It's the spring holidays and I'm looking at Anika's room and plotting all sorts of rearrangement there but it will have to wait until Reformation Day when school tests are over for the year. I love to rearrange and clean. Hubby is the exact opposite. When he sees me with a measuring tape looking thoughtfully at a room he groans and mutters, "Oh my poor aching back."

Mike was getting into the spring idea this morning. He picked up his toy fire hydrant and hose and asked me to open the pretend front door. He then pointed the hose at the hallway floor (pretend outside garden) and said, "Shhhh," followed by, "That flower is clean now." Silly me. I thought watering flowers had something to do with their nutrition.

Rearranging Anika's room shouldn't be too bad. The only heavy item is the piano and for the first time since it came through the door I'm thinking of shifting it to a different wall. We might need some big people in to help. I remember years ago helping my mother-in-law to move house. She'd organised for a company to come and pack as well as move furniture. Hubby and I watched a massive fellow with tree trunks for legs sitting on the floor wrapping up teensy crystal ornaments in paper. We wondered why they would employ such a fellow to wrap crystal. When it came time to load the truck though we realised why. He stood at the bottom of the ramp into the truck with one hand on the piano saying to his workmate, "It's okay mate, I've got it," and then pushed it up the ramp solo.

Two men who moved our piano in one of our moves were pretty hefty fellows too. One of them was so thick set that he had to come through the front door sideways. The other had to duck to fit through the normal sized door.

My favourite piano moving story is told by our minister. Apparently during the 1974 floods in Brisbane one lady was concerned about getting her piano out of her house as the muddy floods were ankle deep in the garden and were still rising. She called in the piano movers to take the piano to a higher location. This made a lot of sense. What didn't make sense though was that she forgot to tell the movers about the inground pool....