Disassembling and moving my large and extraordinarily heavy antique iron bed was no small feat, especially considering that I needed a place to move it to. So before I could even begin, I first needed to empty the dining room, which would serve as my makeshift bedroom until the ceiling was fixed.
As I slogged my way through moving the furniture, I became more and more tired, and less and less careful. That I survived moving my massive old television without either breaking it or pancaking myself was a miracle. It took a little less than two hours, but eventually, the move was complete.
Except much of my furniture had been badly dinged during the move.
So I pulled out the paint to touch up the nicks.
And then I noticed the baseboards.
And the door frame.
And the window trim.
If you hear of a South Charleston fatality blamed on Hurricane Sandy, now you know the story behind it.
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