A few weeks ago, Studly Doright and I spent all afternoon moving furniture from one end of Doright Manor to the other.
When we moved in nearly two years ago I made an error in measuring our guest bedrooms. Ok, let’s be honest, I didn’t bother measuring, and one of the bedrooms ended up being cramped and claustrophobic, while the other felt cavernous. With two sets of company coming for a long weekend, we decided to right that wrong.
One set of bedroom furniture is antique and fragile. It belonged to my grandmother, and even though I’m sometimes tempted to sell it I just can’t bring myself to part with it. While the headboard and footboard are massive the bed is a small full size and barely allows one adult to sleep comfortably.
The other set is fairly new, acquired when my dad lived with us. The queen sized bed and armoire are nothing fancy, but the mattress is top notch. I’ve dubbed it, The Texas Bedroom, and it holds my go-to bed when Studly’s snoring passes the merely annoying stage and heads into the sonic torture realm.
The moving process from one end of the house to another was tricky, in that one room would need to be completely empty before the other furniture could be moved down this hallway:
Studly, a self-proclaimed master of both logistics and wiseassery carefully studied the necessary steps for a week before finally declaring, “Well, this is gonna suck.”
It did indeed suck. Neither Studly nor I are young any more, and that antique bedroom set is both heavy and unwieldy. Add fragile into the mix and we had ourselves quite an afternoon of gently persuading the pieces to hold together while we balanced them precariously on moving dollies. At the end of the day copious amounts of both wood glue and Ben-Gay were involved.
The results, though, were pleasing. The beds are much better suited to their respective rooms, and I am a happy camper. And in the end, isn’t my happiness what it’s all about?
Peace, people!
Moving stuff can be a nightmare, but it’s meant to be good for house Feng Shui! Are you a Cowboys fan or something? š
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I’m a native Texan–born to be a Cowboys fan. No matter where we’ve lived we’ve had a Texas bedroom.
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Then I guess it gives it a homey feel wherever you’ve moved to, right?
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That’s the idea.
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Good job on getting those beds moved. Bet you were able to sleep well that night. š
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Oh, I hurt all over! Still do.
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I have a lot of sympathy. I had to run for a train the other day and I was still panting a week later. (There is some exaggeration involved in this description, but it gives you the general idea.) š
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You and I must have the same personal trainer: Yoman Sitzalot.
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I think so. š
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thanks for the laughs. I feel for ya, moving stuff around is a pain in the patootie…thank goodness for Studley, huh?
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You’re welcome! Studly’s my rock. Also a pain in the arse, but still.
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I do hope your guests appreciate the effort š
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They did! Everything felt so much more accommodating.
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