It took me a while to figure this out, and now that I have, I’m still trying to figure it out.
It begins with the simple facts that I love the sound of rain and we’re now in the fall rainy season here in Okieland.
What that means in practical terms is that I often open the back door and shove up a couple of windows so I can hear the rain. I’ve found that I especially love the sound of the rain while I play the piano. It’s a kind of unexpected bliss.
But here’s the weirdo catch.
I noticed a couple of weeks ago that my piano had gone out of tune. It has migrated a tiny bit since I had it tuned when I first got it, but this was so gecky that I would hit a key and then hit it again and go bleh. Then, I’d decide that, even though I don’t have a piano tuning in my budget until January, I am going to call and get the blamed thing tuned because I. Cannot. Stand. This. Ugly.
This happened repeatedly.
I began to think my piano had a poltergeist. I decided that maybe, instead of a piano turner, it needed a priest.
Then, I began to see a not-so-subtle correlation. On rainy days, when I open the door and windows and turn off the central heat and air, the piano goes out of tune. On dry days, it goes back in tune.
It’s raining today, but, in deference to my piano, I’ve left the doors shut, the windows down and the central stuff on. So far, it’s in tune.
My piano does not have a poltergeist.
It does, however, appear to have arthritis.