V finished moving out today. When I got home from my gig, the house was emptied of the last of her things, only furballs and dust-bunnies knocking around in their place. The house feels odd.
After I recorded this Wagnertube “Kaddish,” I dug my piano out from under the things that had been stacked on top of it, removed and folded the blanket that was protecting it from moving commotion, and opened it up to play. I pulled out the bench, but before I sat down I felt the keyboard. Dusty. Icky. I got two microfiber cloths, one damp and one dry, and dusted the piano, and then I sat down again to play a few pages of Grieg.
Recently I’d been telling a friend how I liked that this household division was leaving my house much less full of stuff, how I wanted to have less stuff, and I heard myself saying that even my 7′ piano seemed negotiable.
I was wrong about that.