NESTING

What is it about the fall season, I ask, that one must rearrange, move the heaviest, bulkiest pieces of furniture only to find oneself and her furniture in compromising positions???? It must be the NESTING SYNDROME.

While I was away in my other life, I was thinking about what tasks I would accomplish this week in my REAL life. I became very excitied about bringing in more of my furniture from the garage and rearranging everything so the house is comfy-cozy and inviting for the fall and long winter that will be rearing its head in a short time.

Sooooo, I decided that I would move the loveseat to the big room and bring the full-sized goose down sofa into the living room. Afterall, the television and one of the wood stoves is there, and I am bored with laying on the floor watching tv (actually I watch little tv, mostly movies from Netflix),not to mention the fact that it's getting harder to get up off the floor.

Moving the loveseat was a snap. Easily got it through the door between the living room, through the kitchen, down over two stairs, across the floor, then down three steps to the big room, no problem.

Next was to move the big goose down sofa(from this point on to be known as the BGDS) up over three steps, across the floor, up 2 steps, across the kitchen and between two cabinet sections and through the doorway into the living room. No big deal, right? WRONG

First of all this sofa weighs about 10x's the weight of the love seat. It is old and VERY WELL MADE, but managed to get the thing into the kitchen. I then decided it needed to go in at an angle (as all good movers know), so I flipped the sofa onto it's seat edge and began my quest of moving my piece of comfort into the living room. Three hours later I have managed to wedge the thing between the two cabinet sections, and it is so heavy that I am unable to lift it up and over the protruding counter top to move it any further. So, now the BGDS is not only tightly wedged, between the living room and the kitchen, but one of the rounded arms of the BGDS is also tightly pushed up against the drawers of the cabinet, and in one of those drawers lurks my blood pressure medication, that I cannot get to, and I didn't realize that until I was headed off to bed about 6 hours later.

So, when I realized that I wasn't going to be able to do this myself, I called Tony, the magician moving man, and God bless him, he arrived the next morning (Tuesday) to unwedge me,and he and his brother-in-law managed to get it unwedged, moved it through the kitchen and brought it in through the other door, but had to lift it up and over the wood stove. And I quickly took my medications.

Since I had the luxury of two strong bodies, I also had them move the china closet up onto the mezzanine area, so now the buffett, and the china closet are together as they should be. I then spent the rest of the day moving in the oak book case, my handpainted chest (which went upstairs for storing fabric, etc), and I think I brought something else in, but can't think of what is was. Anyway, finally got the place together. All in the name of nesting...