It goes something like this. "You are too old to move furniture, Laura. Too old, too old, too old."
After a fairly sleepless night I finally decided at 6 o'clock Tuesday morning to give up the ghost and just get up.
I apparently had an epiphany in the night because I woke up with the urge to move my antique desk. I also apparently forgot that I was too old.
|I had already moved my suitcases to this wall. I love them here.|
For four months I have looked at that desk with an upside down smile on my face. So I started out my day by emptying everything out of the desk. Hopefully, whoever lives in the apartment below me is deaf because I know I wouldn't want to hear that so early in the morning.
After making a huge mess in my dining area I knew I was going to have to leave it to go to water aerobics and then on to senior day at a really nice Goodwill I found in Buckhead.
If you aren't familiar with Atlanta, Buckhead is the old money, high rent, chi chi section of the city. In other words it's where the rich people get rid of their good stuff when they grow tired of it so poor people like me can come in and scoop it up.
By the time I got home and saw the big mess I had left, I reminded myself of the "too old" message and how maybe I shouldn't have ignored it.
However, after fortifying myself with some lunch, I shoved, scooted, and dragged that thing a good six inches to the right. WHEW!! Really put those new water aerobics muscles to work. I carefully dusted every book and managed to get everything put back before I started looking for the wine.
I have to say that it was worth it. My smile is no longer upside down. I am able to have the doors open so I can see my beautiful books, and I can actually open the drawers without performing acrobatics.
Now about that chest of drawers in the bedroom, Laura. Hmmmm!!
"too old, too old, too old."