A week after Kris and Adrian moved to their apartment, I started to take over her old room. First step was vacuuming and moving the futon from Don's study to the future guest room/sewing room/photo framing workspace. The only problem was the event of yesterday. Illness and eminent surgery equals no heavy lifting for Don. So my son-in-law and brother came to the rescue whilst Krista and Don supervised from the front row seat.
I am here to tell you that heavy futons and narrow hallways are an exercise in geometry.
Several geometric moves later, the move was accomplished.
There was no cursing in the course of the effort. Doorways survived unscathed. One minor sliver injury occurred. All in all, a job well done.
Our heroes
The cheering section
The floor supervisors gave instructions from the sideline on finishing touches.
One last test (it held together) and it passed inspection. Now lucky me gets to shop for a new futon cover.
3 comments:
I decided a long time ago that I'm too old to move things! Applause to you!
That stuff used to be so easy, didn't it? Getting old is a pain. Literally. lol
I hate moving ---and dread it when/if we ever have to move again... I think I would HIRE someone to do it ---if I ever do it again... Glad you had some help....
Hugs,
Betsy
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