Goodbye orange couch!

Today was our first official moving day.  Since Jim doesn't have the truck parts back and the weather is more frightful than spring-like despite what the calendar says, Jim decided to enlist the help of his friend, Mike, to move some of the bigger things out of the basement and into the garage.  A lot of them will go on this first truckload to New York, along with whatever big tools Jim wants to take that he will need to get started up there. 

So first thing to come up was our old TV that had been in the basement.  We aren't going to take it with us, but it is very heavy and difficult to get up the winding staircase so it was great to have Mike's help.  Jim bought some moving straps to help with the process and they seemed to work pretty well for this.

The next thing to come up was the orange couch.  Some background is probably required.  This couch has been in Jim's life longer than I have been!  It was in his house in Dayton - one of the last reminders of bachelor days!  An heirloom may not be the right word to describe it, but it has certainly become part of our family.  Jim and the boys held fast to keeping it throughout all the moves, even though its springs and cushions have certainly seen better days.  Nonetheless, it was sad to see it come to its demise.

First, Jim and Mike tried to bring it up the stairs intact.  But it's very long and wouldn't fit around the corners.  So back down it came.

 

The next step was to remove all the cushions, hoping that would give enough leeway to fit.

But no such luck, so down it came again.

 

This time, it required surgery.  First Jim cut the underneath...

 

and then had to take the saw to it!  Sparks were flying...

 

Then the whole thing was cut in half...

 

until the poor couch was in pieces.

 

At least it fit up the stairs this time!

 

All that remains of the poor orange couch...gone but definitely not forgotten!