your piano: get it out of my house / presentable and adult-like / cher

[oiran]

I'd been putting it off, but I finally wrote an email to the former neighbor who, approximately eight years ago, left his grandmother's spinet at our house for temporary storage, to ask what he wants done with it. Logic and everything else tell me that I'm perfectly within my rights to ask this piano-abandoner what he's going to do to make the situation right (i.e., spinet out), but it felt dreadfully awkward in the asking--some nice-ish social noises to either side of a flat demand, basically. It's not as though I'm using the dining room as anything but a sort of lost-luggage area, but if I did happen to get a decent table and chairs it'd be nice to have a place to put them.

I suppose it is possible we could end up with a decent table and chairs, though. The Mr. and I are on a quest to make our house more presentable and adult-like, which will eventually require major remodeling both upstairs and down. That way, should we ever make friends with people in Nashville (something at which we have failed, to date) we could invite them over without suffering paroxysms of shame at our hoarder-like environs. In the meantime, we did get this couch in a rather gorgeous cognac velvet but are waiting to have it delivered until after I finish repainting the living room. It's going from a depresses-me-to-look-at-it 80s-type green to a sort of dusty orange-gold which will, if nothing else, at least be a change.

I am going to visit Rhi tomorrow and we are going to see Burlesque.