furniture tetris
There is much to be said for a determined woman needing to move some furniture…..I am neither equipped with the physical ability or the common sense that God gave everyone in some measure or another. I am stubborn. I am tenacious and I can honestly say I can solve pretty much any furniture dilemma with a few strategic maneuvers, but what I simply cannot do, is wait. Waiting is like torture. The very nails on the chalkboard of my soul. When I need something done….I need it now, immediately and usually, by the time it gets done, it is already “past due”. My long-suffering family have endured my bouts of spontaneous furniture tetras and the inevitable injuries which are, I'm ashamed to say, self-inflicted. My boss and long time friend is never without a reason to perform chiropractic adjustments on me. Some misalignments are part of everyday life. Some, due to the nature of my ailments, are frequently necessary. And then….there are those things that I refuse to own up to, having hurt myself within the boundaries of “creative furniture placement." I find myself here today teetering on the edge of insanity. Something needs moving and I have devised a way to do it…..Will my attempt be successful or will I be found collapsed in a heap, groaning in agony from misadventure? To move or not to move is not merely a question but rather a chess game of my sanity. Stay tuned. Will common sense or impatience win the day?…
Sweat pours from my brow and a sense of semi-satisfaction rolls over me. I made a mess. The remnants of a horrible furniture tornado litters my once tidy living space. This is almost as much mental agony as needing stuff moved in the first place. Now I languish in limbo. Half done. Stuck. What is a girl to do? The exertion and subsequent adrenaline rush was temporary. Now for the “crash". But wait! I must ready myself and prepare for my work day and the inevitable scolding I will receive for being so….so….Lesley. I can't go to work smelling like an unkempt labourer. No, I must retreat to my boudoir and repair the damage. A girl has standards after all and one must present a tidy, put together front….