Isaiah is wild and crazy. He is artistic. He loves the piano. It is calming for him. He had his face painted in school today. He was there for a few hours but didn't get any work done. He is a recovering addict. He lies. He is passionate about everything. He has thrown himself whole heartedly into his recovery. I love my now 17 year old son.
I was driving home one wintry day and found a piano discarded in front of a house on the corner of our street and H-5. Anna called some friends to see if they were interested. I told the boys about it too. When we came home that night the piano was still there. Ben and Noah jumped out of the van with Levi and pushed the thing home. That sounds hard enough but it was missing half the wheels so it was even harder than usual.
The piano made quite a racket as it was drug over a block. They nearly hit a truck with it. Wouldn't that have been a story to tell. "Sorry sir I hit your truck with my piano"! The neighbors came out to watch the noisy spectacle going slowly down the street. Some thoughtful neighbors gave us two skateboards to put the piano on. That made the going much easier.
The boys (and Danyel) got the thing just inside the door and left it there! It sounded awful and leaned terribly. You felt like it was going to fall on you while you played it. I was able to position it and prop it up with phone books. When it warmed up it even sounded better.
