Moving a Table

As this post is nearly four days late, my memory of the weekend is now a blur, which usually means I didn’t do anything. I do remember doing something on Sunday though. I went with Dad to the storage facility that’s been holding Aunt Lauren’s dining room table and stuff from grandma’s house. We helped a couple ladies take home Lauren’s rather nice, but flood damaged dining room set. They had a pickup truck which we managed to get the table and chairs into with one trip. The table was easily disassembled wish we’d known that when Dad and I moved the table out of Laruen’s old house.

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