Last night I fell asleep on the couch before 10pm. While it's not unusual for me to drift off there, that's a good bit earlier than usual but then I'd worked outside in the heat for most of the day. That won't be happening tonight...or any other night for that matter because THE COUCH IS GONE!!!!
My excitement is pretty obvious, isn't it. Actually, I've been lobbying for its removal for more than two years but my bunk buddy wasn't keen on the idea. Somehow he had a change of heart on Thursday and relented, promising to send the sofa on its way on Saturday. I must have caught him at a weak moment.
The couch was a good idea when we got it close to 20 years ago. Having latched onto his bedroom when the youngest moved out, I was converting it to my "playroom." A sofa seemed like a good idea: Some seating for lounging and watching TV with a bed to accommodate extra houseguests.
The problem with hide-a-beds, however, is that they're terrible to sit on and even worse to sleep on. I think the only person who enjoyed spending a night on it was Ben, our then-five-year-old grand nephew and he might have been so enamoured with the fact that the couch made into a bed that the thin mattress on an unforgiving metal frame didn't bother him. The fact that he weighed next to nothing didn't hurt either.
Sitting on it was no picnic either. The bed below really didn't provide much support so it always felt like I was sinking into a hole. I tried shoring it up under the cushions but it wasn't very effective. Despite its age, the fabric was in great shape but I was ready for it to go.
Enough so that I was willing to cut it up with the chain saw to get it out of there if necessary. Hubby had a better idea; we'd take the bed frame out of the couch first.
See, the couch had to stand on its end to make two funny little turns in the hallway leading to this room. I watched two professional furniture movers struggle to get it in here when they delivered it and knew there was no way Wayne and I could manage to get it out in one piece.
But the bed portion came free without a great deal of effort. With the door off the jamb and a lot of patience, we manhandled it past the tricky little corners in the hall to where we could get the furniture sliders under it. From there it was a piece of cake. Well, as much cake as a full-sized couch can be. Having the "guts" out of it helped tremendously.
I intended to take a picture of it all loaded and tied down in the back of the pickup as we were ready to head to Goodwill but forgot until we were about a block away. Wayne offered to go back but I declined; I didn't want him to decide we should keep it after all. Hopefully, someone else will get some use out of it and if not, perhaps Goodwill can generate a little cash by selling the bed frame for scrap.
Needless to say, the room looks bigger now that it's gone. For the time being, I'll be reading my USA Today in a glider-rocker that normally lives in our bedroom until we make some decisions about new living room furniture. That doesn't have to be today, however.
As for the couch, I say good-bye and good riddance! I don't think I can fall asleep in the rocker...and that just might be a good thing.