The wife bought it down river at a going out of business sale.

Took eight guys to drag it out of the silt filled building and load it on a boat trailer. I had to cut the trail wider to move it to the lodge up river. Came back the next day with some broken oars and such for rollers and four guys helped me roll it in my 18' jon boat. 15 mile ride up river and another guy and the wife help me come along it up a lumber ramp into the mini truck. I don't know how it didn't blow the tires off the rims. I get it to the yard, but the yard is still too soft to take it to the house so I build a platform out of 6x6 piling cut offs and a sheet of 3/4 inch plywood and roller that wonder onto it until the yard firms up.
Yesterday the casters we found on ebay that fit this 100 year old beast came in and I replaced the broken ones on the bottom. With the wife's help we were able to roll it on rollers back onto the mini truck.I remove the front stairs. I built some ramps so I could back up to the front deck at a closer level to the deck with the back of the truck. I anchored a rope inside the house through the front door and we were able to use some pulley and rope and straps and rollers to pull it up on the porch.
Now,I have it on the porch (BTW the bugs are eating the crap out of us )laying on its back. I rig a come along and ropes up and over the top to start rolling it upright. A little problem; I got a five foot tall piano on a four foot deck. I have to keep levering the bottom over as I raise it for lack of room. Anyway, it is up right on the porch now. I have to spin a six foot long piano on a four foot deck so I can bring it sideways through door number one. The next stage is rolling this thing through door ways and the house. This is where beaver boards out shine hoops.
To make a long story short, the wife asks me last night why I don't show her any affection?
