The couch is here. The couch is here! And it looks great. It sat overnight in the back of Loverboy’s truck while we went to the travelling minstrel’s concert, and all day yesterday while he was at work. This morning when he said he wanted to haul it in I got dressed, moved some stuff out of the way in the living room to make space for it, and started to stuff down a banana because I hadn’t eaten anything yet and was feeling a bit queasy.

Soon there was an “Are you going to help me or do I need to get B?”

“I can help but come to think of it, if B is here maybe that would be better. I’m afraid of hurting my back or of dropping the couch and damaging it. It’s pretty heavy, I remember that from lifting it when you and your dad took it out.”

He went out to the barnyard and got his brother, and they came in and moved my two heavy trunks out of the porch.

Then they carried it down to the livingroom WITHOUT TAKING THE UGLY FLORAL ORANGE COUCH OUT.