Out With The Old In With The New Part 2

The day dawned with a loud bang on the door downstairs. After my long journey of little sleep the day and night before, I had collapsed upstairs in a heap on the queen sized mattress that was ever so carefully balanced on the double bed frame. On my way down the staircase I noticed that the queen box spring was leaning non chalantly against the wall of what used to be the dining room. The incessant knocking meant that I would have to wait to solve the puzzle of the bed and frame and move onto what was happening outside.

I opened the door to find a delivery man who was very intent in bringing in the new refrigerator I had ordered...NOW. He appeared fairly agitated so I tried my best Alberta girl charm in an effort to calm him down. It did not work very well. He wanted to get this behemoth in the door and be gone. I noticed that he had a small white truck which somehow held the rather large white fridge. He quickly jumped into the front seat, cranked it into reverse and tried to maneouvre the rear end towards my rickety stairs. In his rush he hit the gas instead of the brake and almost took the whole staircase right off! Things were pretty much going off the rails. I looked at what used to be my front porch and didn't really know what to say other than that we should maybe try the dolly. He let out a heavy sigh as we moved the hulking beast onto what was left of the porch and squeezed it through the entry way. I, was by now getting pretty worked up myself as this whole situation was going to cost me more than the price of a new refrigerator! When he turned to leave - leaving the hulking refrigerator on the porch step - I firmly suggested that he needed to stay and help me drag it into place in the dining room.

Dragging it across the lino in the kitchen was a reasonable exercise - but by the time we hit the dining room - the wheels got all tangled up in the stringy bits of the indoor outdoor 1960s yellow and orange smelly mess that was the carpet. I gave up the fight and sent him out the door, then sat in the kitchen contemplating my fate. I had the ruins of a rickety staircase barely hanging onto the front of the chateau, I had a large refrigerator stuck in the middle of what used to be a dining room and I had a box spring plastered against the wall that I coudn't get up the stairs to the master bedroom. And it wasn't even noon yet!

I didn't even have time to feel sorry for myself as suddenly there was another knock at the door. Someone named Bruce who had come to take away my old furnace. He also had a truck...