I've decided to sell my Baldwin 7' SF-10, with artist bench. It has satin ebony finish. Any interested parties?

I guess I didn't fool anyone with my lame April Fool's day joke!

You fooled me! I read this last night and was a little shocked. But I was on my way to bed and so I planned on responding today.
Good one, Eddy!!

Haha! When I first saw this, I didn't think it was April fools because where I am (still Beijing) it isn't April 1st! But my first question was why, as the piano depicted in your recordings sounds very nice.

Fooled me too, the thought that you were joking never crossed my mind, even though it struck me as odd, because you gave no reason for wanting to sell. One doesn't want to ask, you know, in case it's something really awful, like your going deaf, arthritic, or bankrupt. You would probably disclose it in your own good time, and one would just have to wait patiently until the time is right.

There again, you might have had the good fortune of unexpectedly inheriting a real piano, you know, something a bit less mediocre.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MEDIOCRE?", Relax, that was a joke.

[WARNING: the following is personal. Please don't be offended and don't feel that you have to post any reply. This post is now more of a "group session" for me: "Hello, my name is Eddy, ... and I have ... practice aversion."]

I guess that my joke above was born in a bit of darkness in me. I've been frustrated for some time in that my drive and dedication to practice got derailed by Life Interrupted. From Oct 2010 until November 2012 I felt unstoppable with my need to practice every evening after work and on weekends and I was regaining my technique and advancing in preparation of repertoire for the first time in more than 20 years. PS was very helpful to me. Then I determined to change my work (and I'm much happier with my current situation) but it was an enourmous 10-month interruption that literally took the wind out of my sails. My patterns now aren't the same and though I've been settled for 6-months, I find it difficult to regain/rebuild that drive and hunger that I had before. Now I feel that I look for occasions to do my duty to practice. I believe God gave me talent and opportunity, and I received enviable training, and what do I do ... just let it get stale. Shame on me. Before I was dreaming of programs and playing; now I distract myself with some other valuable things and some other less lofty things.

Well time's up. Don't worry; I'm not suicidal or anything. But I bet I'm not the only one with this "problem."

I completely believed you... I just thought you were upgrading to a better instrument...!
(I know very little about a piano just from the make/model number -- I have to play it to know if it's a good one)

Wishing you well in the midst of your life transition.