At Mom's we got down to the very last thing: the piano. I had no thought whatsoever of trying to keep it. We don't play. Clearly it's broken. It requires special movers. And there are other worries besides. But then I touched the keys. And Shannon did too. We played around a little bit. Then I walked home and literally saw a truck for piano repairs/moves/tuning on my block. Pianos have been such a part of our lives. Just like the drums, for some reason I couldn't let this go. She'll be finding a new home in my kitchen next week. I still can't quite believe it.