Greetings, friendly blog readers! Douglas here, once again to share a whimsical tale of fatherhood, CBD, and of course, piano moving. The Lord's day started as any other, a chorus of young voices and the chaos that comes with seven – yes, seven – blessings in the form of my adorable, yet relentlessly exhausting children.
Today’s ailment, fellow companions: a relentless, throbbing backache. The kind that feels like someone choreographed a tap dance routine on your spine. As luck would have it, my exuberant orchestra spurred on my suffering through the simplest of pranks… brace yourselves – they decided to switch the furniture around in the living room! The chaise lounge had become best friends with the front door; the coffee table was floating aimlessly near the mantel. Genius, I tell you. And of course, the grand piano – Saint Cecilia's most sacred instrument – had somehow migrated to the exact center of the room.
Reluctantly, I tried to rectify the elaborate jest. You see, I used to be a bit of a do-it-yourself man. Let me tell you now, friends, trying to maneuver a grand piano back into place with a back that felt like the breaking point of the Tower of Babel, not the smartest move! I thought I would end up as flat as a pancake, pressed beneath the majesty of hickory and wire strings, thanks to a rogue carpet edge that had me slipping like it was Abraham’s lot by a river.
But fear not, blog readers, because our dear friend CBD was there to save the day! After the unsuccessful (and frankly hilarious) attempt at playing piano mover, I applied my trusty CBD oil onto my tormented back. As a devout Catholic and straight-edger (even the temptresses caffeine and decaf are too wild for this guy), I place a great amount of faith in this incredible compound. It has neither the will-o'-the-wisp of caffeine nor the mind-altering effects of certain illicit substances, merely the soothing, healing properties I desired.
In no more than twenty minutes, I swear on Saint Peter's keys, the ache began to fade. My back radiated with a warmth, a comforting caress that took the edge off the pain. The muscle stiffness softened; the throbbing reduced, becoming nothing more than a distant memory. CBD restored my peace and tranquility, allowing me to tackle the rest of the day with renewed spirits, despite the still out-of-place piano.
This saga has a happy ending dear readers, as it led me to employ the services of Piano Movers of Maine for the repositioning of our beloved beast of music. Watching their skilled and experienced team make light of such a monstrous task was a revelation. They made it look like child’s play, gliding that grand musical beast back to its place with an ease that made my blooper reel of an attempt seem even sillier!
So remember friends, sometimes surrendering to the pros, whether it be for pain relief or piano moving, can go a long way. Here's to the next adventure, the evolving dance that is parenthood, the divine relief of CBD, and leaving piano shifting to the professionals. Until next time!