oops. I mean the retired help!
Remember this cabinet?
I wrote about its evolution from TV cabinet, to scrapbooking cabinet, to sewing cabinet here.
But, I never mentioned one very important part of the story about that cabinet.
How it got to this guest bedroom . . .
at the end of this not-terribly-wide hallway . . .
up this not-terribly-wide stairway . . .
while first maneuvering around the tight turn at the landing (yes, I did removed the candles to give them the maximum wiggle room).
At least they didn’t have to carry it through the house from Hubby’s workshop. They took it outside and brought it in the front door, right at the bottom of the steps.
So, who were the “they” who did this monumental task for me? That would be the “retired help” (not to be confused with “hired help” because that would indicate some form of payment for their services!). “They” were Hubby’s two brothers … also in their sixties.
This is the sort of job that people our age would usually ask their grown sons or sons-in-law to help with, but unfortunately we don’t have any of those who live anywhere close, so Hubby asked his two brothers if they would come over and help him carry it upstairs. And, let me just tell you their dad, Art, raised three boys who seldom say “I can’t do that”. They are “get it done” kind of guys, even as they have aged and have a few more aches and pains.
So, the three brothers wrestled the cabinet up the steps and down the hall to its current “home” in the guest bedroom. And, I am eternally grateful to them. I love it.
By the way, as they started up the stairs, brother Denny said, “This makes me wish Art had had more sons!”
To which brother Keith replied as he lifted his end of the really heavy cabinet, “Well, it makes me wish Art had had younger sons!”
Thanks, guys … for doing the heavy lifting for me, and also for making me laugh!