New Digs for Old Friends

My desk became the work bench

After so much adventure experienced in putting together the cart for the microwave, I took a little break on Sunday.  I played for church and puttered and napped away the afternoon.  I knew I had a box waiting for me, but I just didn't have the oomph to tackle it on Sunday.  The microwave cart nearly finished me.

Limoges berry dishes work great to hold the hardware!

I arose this morning, loins girded for battle, and opened the box containing the shelf unit.  I had planned to simply take out the pieces, look at the instructions and asses whether or not to call Yannick.  I decided that I could indeed put this together; it looked far simpler than the cart had proven to be.  The only obstacle was that this was going to be much heavier.

Instructions and the magnifying glass I need to actually see them

I used my desk and my bed as workbenches.  The finished unit was heavy,  as I expected, but I put it on a rug and dragged it from my bedroom to the office.  I am proud of myself for having done it, but I really do hope I am finished.  I simply don't want to do this again.

Pieces are un-boxed and in order

The postman arrived with what I think and hope are the final two boxes of my belongings. I wrestled them up the stairs, thanking the neighbors for not being at home to bear witness to my struggles.  But, the boxes are in the apartment now, and I will begin the task of the final unpack.  It's as if old friends have come home. 

More old friends arrived today

To be dealt with

I have the CD player I bought a couple of weeks ago up and running and am in bliss--listening to Bach.  Home is sweet, indeed.

Finished shelf unit