Tackle It Tuesday – Moving A Piano (All By Myself)

Ok, so I may not be the brightest star in the sky. But when I walked into our sunroom the other day, I just felt like something must be done. It was messy, toy ridden and, well, just plain messy.

I have a beautiful sun room. All winterized with brand new windows surrounding it.  When we moved in, the landlord forewarned us that the Piano comes with the place, as he couldn’t even give it away on Kijiji.  I was ok with that – we’re a musical bunch.

So, now nine months later – the piano still rests in the same place it was when we moved in. Though it gets used daily by my composer husband, he really doesn’t have the room to stretch out amongst the toys, the drum kit and everything else I have out there.

With just my children and I home for the day, while hubby was at work, I found the motivation to clean up the sunroom, make it usable again…and move a piano.

Knowing that I didn’t have to move it far – I mean, I was just putting it on the adjacent wall – I figured it was a job I could easily do on my own. HA!  Let me tell you, easy it was not. Though it is on casters, and it has those little plastic disks under the back legs, large knobby handles in the back to give me something to grip on to – I figured it would just roll smoothly.

It didn’t roll.  It didn’t slide. It didn’t budge. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to move a piano, but you have likely seen the comical placement in TV shows and commercials playing up just how heavy and awkward piano’s are. Moving one in real life is just like on TV – hard work.

I managed to get it moved away from the wall just enough for me to squeeze in behind it. Just enough so that I could wedge my feet against the piano’s bottom and my back against the wall. Thank goodness we were close to the wall.  If it wasn’t for that wall, there is no way in H-E-double hockey sticks that it would have budged.  That wall and my thunder thighs made it all possible.

So now, I once again have a beautiful sunroom/music room that is mess free. My hubby and kids love to spend their time out there, and I just have to close the door and imagine that I am at Carnegie Hall. And me?  Well, I have a sore neck and sore thunder thighs.

Moral of the story – don’t try to move a piano by yourself.  Get someone else to do it, and sit back and watch.


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  1. says

    This week, I shared 5 tips for a successful parent/teacher conference. I went to 2 yesterday for my middle sons. In the past, it’s felt daunting to go to these. This time it was great because I had spent time laying the groundwork before going.

  2. says

    Oh my goodness – you are so lucky you didn’t hurt yourself! My grandma was the type of gal who would not ask/wait for help and once moved an old organ across the room! Still don’t know how she did that! :)

  3. says

    He he he, I can so relate, I have moved the heaviest of all furniture by myself because I didn’t want to wait for anyone to help me. I laugh to myself when my hubbie asks for help to move something, because I know I could probably move it myself with the right motivation!


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