Two steering wheel covers, that I had forgotten about buying, showed up in a pile of stuff I had to move the other day. I also discovered a bathroom mat set that I didn’t forget about buying, but I suppose my mother or father did; it was still in its department store bag.
Yes, I entered the forgotten pile of stuff portion of my staying at home. It ain’t pretty, but it had to be done.
An old sofa went out of the living room this past week, so I needed to bring the smaller love seat in to take its place. After a couple days of having an empty space waiting for the replacement, I could not stand it any longer. This meant clearing up some things which had gone forgotten in another room, where the love seat was. That is how I found the steering wheel covers and bath mat set, along with some cassette tapes I had been looking for and thought were possibly in the attic, a sweater I had misplaced, and a pile of shoes that never made it to the charity bin.
Hey, it was an empty flat space, so of course it filled up.
Once I cleared the love seat, I had to move it down two flights of stairs. I did have an offer from my friend to help me with this venture, but I found myself in that I-may-be-middle-aged-but-I-still-got-it-in-me stage of life in which I felt compelled to explore my physical boundaries, so I chose to do it myself. Alone.
I unscrewed the legs from under the thing and removed them after realizing the damage they could do by scraping the walls during the moving attempt, then removed the cushions and proceeded to slide the cumbersome thing down the stairs.
Then I got stuck.
For a few moments, I was pinned behind a massive love seat in the corner of the landing, and the darned thing wouldn’t budge. The headline in the local paper, dated a week later, came into my head: “Local Woman Found Dead Behind Furniture.” Fortunately, I was able to swivel it around and continue with the carnival ride.
I probably would’ve enjoyed sitting on top of the love seat to ride down, if I could be sure I would not get bucked off at the bottom, hit the wall and suffer massive bodily harm. The task took about fifteen minutes total, and since it was my lunch hour from work, I was starting to get hungry. I decided to wait and finish the job before eating, but did stop to drink some water. It was the best water I had consumed all week.
After the task of getting the love seat into position, I returned to the forgotten pile of stuff, which was a somewhat more organized lump, and shut the door to the room. For now. More days for organizing are coming, and I was exhausted.
And I took the steering wheel covers with me.
As for the mats, I followed up by mopping the bathroom floor, and the new items now grace the space. Better late than not at all.
The rest of the stuff isn’t going anywhere, but who knows what will turn up when I get started sorting through it. There is probably more to discover in that discarded mess than I can imagine. And I have a clean love seat waiting for me to take a nap when my task is completed.
I may be middle aged, but I still have a nap in me.
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