Sisyphus...poor guy

The green couches are gone. I sold the set on craigslist and an overly friendly college couple came by to pick them up last night. Late last night. I got tired of waiting around for them and I wanted to go to bed. I wanted to make their stay at my house as short as possible. Even though I had every intention of making the buyers move all the furniture themselves, I was bored and decided to expedite the moving process. The couch was already upstairs but the love seat and chair were downstairs and needed to be moved up the stairs.

Fairly confident that there wasn't a snow ball's chance in Hades that I could do it by myself, I thought I'd see how far I could get the chair up solo. Now the stair case is narrow and has two turns as you can see.

From the bottom and around

Up

Around

and up and out.

You can also see where previous tenants, myself included, have scraped the walls trying to maneuver furniture up and down.

Nevertheless, I did it! I got the chair up all by myself! It took about 20 minutes, was exhausting, and I was sweaty and gross. I was surprised at how easy it was, it took some time lifting, pushing, squeezing between the wall and the chair to pull from the top and crawl back down and push, but it wasn't heavy.

Then I figured if that wasn't impossible, maybe the love seat would be manageable as well. It's only a little over a foot longer than the chair so...I tried. It took about 5 minutes to get it up and around the first little corner, up the straight part took about 5 more, then I got to the tricky corner. My spatial reasoning and depth perception are horrible and trying to figure out the best way to rotate furniture to fit it is not my forte. I really don't know what is so complicated about it, but I really stink at it.

After about 30 minutes of trying just about everything, I decided the only way to get it around the corner was to make it stand up, which I am too short to do. I didn't want to leave it on the tiny landing at the corner because I was afraid it would fall down. I planned to just bring it back down the stairs and make the buyers deal with it. But the love seat was stuck. It got wedged between all the walls and I couldn't lift it out of its place so I gave it a little nudge from the top of the stairs. Well, that wasn't very bright.

The couch shot down the stairs and then there was a loud thud at the bottom of the stairs. I was scared to look at what happened to the couch. That was dumb, I should have been more worried about what happened to the wall. You can see for yourself what happened.

What a tool.

Anyway, this is what I have to use as furniture until I move out next week.