When the movers begin to unload our "stuff" tomorrow morning bright and early, I have left a little trail of clues for them. A kind of 21st Century bread crumbs - Post It Notes.
I cannot be there when they unload, as tomorrow is clinic day for K. and I am needed there.
But the LOC* was not comfortable deciding where to tell the movers to put the larger items, knowing that if he got it wrong, he and I would be huffing and puffing trying to muscle them around by ourselves, long after the movers have departed. Trust me, this would not be a good thing for either of us. (*Lovable Old Coot)
Thus, he suggested that I draw diagrams and leave them where they could find them. But my artistic skills run to the paint-by-numbers variety, and besides, diagrams can be turned around in the wrong direction and suddenly the sofa is sitting backed up to the bird bath. You know what I am talking about.
So I decided to place Post-It Notes in each place a major piece of furniture is supposed to be deposited. Let's hope it works. Otherwise, the LOC and I have sore backs, frayed tempers, and lots of scuff marks on the new hardwood floors to look forward to. I just hate scuffed up floors, don't you?
I must say, though, placing little colored squares where you envision the sofa residing isn't very satisfying. I also tried putting pillows down in approximately the space a chair or sofa would require. That did not seem to quite do it either.
Phooey! Let's hope those beefy young mover-guys are fluent in both pillowese and Post-It Notes, or I may find my sofa on the roof when I get there. Oh well, if so the LOC and I will just climb up there and sit a spell. That would be kind of welcome after the chaos of the past few days. * * * *
Hope your sofa is right where you want it to be this evening. I'm hoping mine will be by this time tomorrow evening. Until next time ...Marsha