It was time.
I finally realized that it wasn't the piano that I loved, it was the idea of it. That maybe someday I would progress beyond "London Bridge" with both hands, and that heart stopping pause at "my fair ladyyyyy" while I searched for those nasty high notes way over there.
That maybe I could play something ELSE.
But yesterday I looked in Google and sure enough there are enthusiastic piano demolishers, giving very good advice on how to remove the 8 million screws and not to mess with the harp in the back or you could behead yourself and the neighbor's cat at the same time...
And this morning I ferreted out four screw drivers and vise grips, and dug in. (before you scream in horror, it turns out that no one and I do mean no one wants a piano like this. They can't give them away, even with the promise of a cash reward. All those middle aged pianos, and all anyone wants is a guitar) So...
If you've ever wondered, this is what a piano looks like with the keyboard out, the hammers gone. That thing in the back is called the 'harp" and it hummmmms at me even when I walk into the room, like a large friendly beast.
Took three hours, one husband for the rough bits, and most of his extensive tool collection. He is out now getting pizza and the one screwdriver head he never had and always wanted.
Im also planning to use the wood (which is lovely) for something else, in another project I haven't come up with yet.
The keys are entirely wood with thin thin bits of ivory on top, and as someone said, the elelphant died for this a hundred years ago, it's too late to mourn...so what I dont reuse will be kindling. Not sure what the entire thing is made of, the side pieces look like curly maple, and I suspect it may be a collection of several different kinds of wood.
and oh joy in the morning I can reclaim an entire corner of this room that I have never even seen.