Piano-sized holes

Hullo all.

Yesterday morning as I left for class and I noticed something was different in our living room. Nothing looked new, and no furniture was out of place, but there was a lot more room, and one slightly more dusty square of floor next to the front door. Then I realized that someone had taken the piano. The piano that had been claimed by Nathan Peterson, the piano that had been brought here by Richard and a troop of muscly movers, that had been bequeathed to the moving-out Ben Ogden, that had been left in our living room for half a year or so, that piano is now gone. It moved next door I believe. At least I think. I think Nathan left it to one of them, anyway.

There are lots of things that you just don't expect to go anywhere. They've been there forever, and yeah, you heard they'd be going or changing or whatever sometime or another, but they haven't at all. You kind of suspect that life has gotten infected with the same procrastination the whole world gets from time to time.  But then BAM! suddenly and without warning, they're gone.

And there is now a small, out of tune, piano shaped hole in our furniture arrangement. It will no doubt remain that way for a while.

But spaces mean more room to do new things with, more space to play and ramble and cavort in. Novelty has its charms.