piano moving, lowering really

So the blueberry farmer and I are confirmed.  This friday, he, his nephew if he's out of rehab in time, my Dad, and two large grad students that I've managed to bribe with a case of beer, will be shoving my piano off the back of the trailer.  Supposedly a ramp will be included with the trailer but I've been promised such things before (note to Zack at Pack & Ride Shipping: I will be blaming my crushed spine on you and your baseless reassurances about the ramp).  Death by piano, here we come.

In other news my grubby little civic is filled to the brim with $3.99 gas and four new quarts of oil.  Also, copies of Mach and Kulke's 1870s correspondence, chocolate chip cookies (thanks again Sarah and Robert and Eleanor!), and a pit bull.  My Dad should be arriving momentarily and then we're off to Flagstaff, AZ.  Whee.  Its nice to finally be on my way after all these months of half-assed planning.

It hasn't totally hit me yet that I'm leaving the westside of the universe forever.  I got a little weepy leaving LA last week but I'm guessing its going to slam me harder in the next few days.  sad.  sad.