Monday, October 11, 2010

The incredible journey of a piano

A few weeks ago, our shipment of personal goods arrived. It was like Christmas morning for the girls, delving into each bin to get reacquainted with clothes and fun things they hadn't seen for four months. And it finally put an end to Miriam's daily requests for her My Little Ponies, which requests had lasted all summer long. Lucky her, they were in the first bin we opened.

However, there were a couple of items that were not in any bin we opened. I think we got rid of a few things by accident. I can't find my cookbooks (well, just the one) anywhere. And my special Pampered Chef mini spatula is nowhere to be found. Although I might have left that in Egypt, which means it's probably gallivanting around Garbage City by now.

The one thing in our shipment I was really worried about, however, was our piano, aka our one concession to impractical materialism. We took a risk in sending it here, not just because it could have been damaged beyond repair on the journey over, but because it operates only on 120V power.

(Here is a brief travel education moment for you: You see, not only does every country or region have its own plug shape, but some have their own electrical currency as well. The US is 110-120V. Most of the rest of the world is 220-240V. If you look at the power cords on your appliances, some of them will tell you they can operate on both levels. That means you just need a plug adapter to match the shape of the outlet. But if the power cord mentions only 120V, you have to plug it into a converter, too. Otherwise you will burn it out.)

Anyway, our piano made it over just fine. We put it back together, set it up, and then...nothing. I couldn't bring myself to turn it on. I knew that on paper it should work fine but sometimes things go wrong. And I didn't want to bring our piano all the way over here just to destroy it when we plugged it in. I checked and double-checked the power arrangement (piano, powered off, plugged into converter; converter, powered on, plugged into adapter; adapter plugged into outlet, outlet switched on) but I still couldn't press the piano's ON button.

So Jeremy pressed it as I cringed and closed my eyes.

And it worked! Oh happy day.

Now we just need to figure out where to put it. Right now it's pushed into an awkward corner. It deserves a nicer spot and as soon as we decide how we want our furniture arranged, I'll give it the place of honor. It had a long journey. It deserves it.


Crys said...

I'm glad to hear it made it ok. I've actually mentioned the fact that you packed it up and shipped it on multiple occasions to people who have no idea who you are because frankly I just found the whole thing amazing :)

Sarah Familia said...

I'm glad your piano made it. Mine is still in storage in San Diego :(. But I'm sure it will be inspired by the story of yours.

By the way, thanks for the link. Your blog is the one that made we want to start posting regularly on mine. Since I can't live everywhere at once, I live in the Middle East vicariously through you.

Christina LeSueur said...

Congrats! I would have been really nervous as well to turn it on. There is always that 'what if' option that something won't turn out right!

Liz Johnson said...

YAY!!!! I'm so glad that it made it and that it works!!!!!

Suzanne Bubnash said...

It pays to be cautious. Glad you didn't do my trick--My blow dryer blew out the electricity in our room at the Hotel Europa in Kosice Slovakia in 2002.

Alli E. said...

So happy the piano made it! I love that of all earthly possessions one that made your wanting to keep list was your Pampered Chef mini spatula. I think you should get a free one just for saying that! It truly is the best invention! I am sorry you can't find it! I don't know what I would do without mine!


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