The Best Laid Plans…….

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Sometimes things don’t always turn out how you think they will when you make a plan. I am not sure if anyone else ever has this issue…..but I seem to run into that rule more often than I like.

Let me back up here a little. The next weekend/week are going to be busy for us over here. We have a wedding of a nephew that we need to attend this coming weekend. Family from four states will be coming this direction for the wedding and there is lots of planning to be done.

We want to gather as often as possible, so meals are being planned, there is housecleaning, baking, cleaning some more, bedding to be washed, lawn to be mowed, cleaning, field work to finish, weeding, and of course some more cleaning.

There probably wouldn’t be so much cleaning….but I would rather be outside than inside so now I am hitting crunch time to catch up on all the stuff I let go while I was outside. There are also some projects that I have been hinting I would like done. (I think I need to do more than hint…..) One of those projects involve a chair.

In a bedroom upstairs there is a chair that I have wanted to get rid of long ago. As of two days ago it was still there. Yesterday, I as I was putting clean sheets on the beds, I stood and looked at that chair. I looked again at the chair, I assessed the doorways, I pondered on the stairwell and decided I could get that chair out of there myself.

I put the chair on its side as it was too wide to make it through the doorway. That worked great! My confidence was boosted. Through one more doorway and I was at the top of the stairs. I found if I stayed on the step above the chair I could ease it down step by step to the landing.

Things were progressing wonderfully up to this point. The chair and I negotiated the 90 degree turn on the landing and started our way down step by careful step. I discovered that gravity is a wonderful thing when trying to get a chair down the steps. In looking back…I realize that might have just been an illusion!

I was incredibly impressed with myself….right up until the legs of the chair became firmly wedged in the doorframe at the bottom of the stairwell. No matter how much I tugged, pulled, pushed, coaxed, pleaded and sweat glistened, would that chair budge.  (It was kind of reminiscent of giving birth…..)

Another problem soon became evident.  I was stuck on the stairwell above the chair. My husband was outside and would never hear me holler for assistance as he was hooking up a cultivator to a running tractor. It was time to once again assess the situation.

I decided I could possibly stick my left leg over the chair and carefully feel for the steps below the chair. I started that maneuver and half way through it realized that there was really no way my legs were that long. I also realized that never in my life, have I ever been able to do the splits and this was not a good time to try them again.

I finally managed to get my left foot on a step, while firmly (or should I say frantically) hanging onto the doorframe. I still had one issue….my right foot was stuck, higher than my waist, up on the chair. It was so sad…..I actually had to use my hand to unhook my foot. In my defense….there is only so far a woman my age can stretch and only so long you can keep your foot at a level somewhere between your waist and head.

When looking at the chair from the bottom angle I realized I should have started with the other end of the chair. I briefly wondered if I could get it turned around and try again. I had an entire conversation with myself over that idea and decided against it as I did not want to get stuck on the steps above that chair again!

I wandered outside to find my husband. I told him the problem, told him there was no hurry as that chair wasn’t going anywhere on it’s own and then did some other things while I waited for his help.

I should have had the camera and got a picture of the look on his face when he saw the chair wedged on the stairs…..then again….maybe that wouldn’t have been a good idea. It was kind of a look that alternated between a cringe and wonderment at how his wife managed to get a chair stuck like that.

I am happy to report the chair is released from the stairwell and nothing (and no one) was damaged in the incident.

So…..now this has me wondering…..how has your week been going? Tell me I am not the only one to end up doing stuff like this!

(I just could not resist the first quote! I laughed out loud when I read it because, I should have read it before my journey down the steps with that chair!)

“That’s a horrible plan.”
“Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.”
Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art   

 

“Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.”
Winston S. Churchill 

 

 

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39 thoughts on “The Best Laid Plans…….

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    You are not alone. I’m always wedging myself into difficult situations. I blame it on a strong work ethic that won’t quit. Thankfully my husband is equally work oriented and has often changed me to my rescue.

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  2. kindergartenknowledge says:

    I know, know, know that you were in a terrible, very bad, horrible situation! I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING!!!!!!! I really wish that you had asked Lar to take a “I Am The Champion Of The World” picture beside the chair! The using your hand to unhook your foot part was the best! I doubt that I could do that and I don’t think that I will try!

    I will say that last year…I decided to move around the furniture in the family room at the farm. There was no real reason to move the furniture. I moved an end table, a recliner, a big chair, a large footstool and a rocking chair. I tried to move the sofa, but I could not make it budge. While pushing the big chair to another spot, I tripped over the footstool and became stuck between the recliner and the end table. I could not move any of the furniture. I was really stuck. The end table is totally heavy. It was awful. Plus, I landed on my hand and broke my thumb. My phone was in the chair and I couldn’t reach it. Mike was on the tractor. Thirty minutes later, he came back to the house. The first thing he said was…”Not again!”

    You see…I had a similar incident moving furniture in the same room not three months before. The lesson for you is…leave all the furniture upstairs!! I am certain that it looks wonderful! A nicer person would apologize for laughing…but Faye…this could have won a big prize on that show about America’s Funniest Videos!!

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      I was looking forward to your response to this post LOL! I also was laughing when I went out to find Lar and beg his help in unwedging the chair. I think he thought I was a little “off” then already. I kept snickering on my over to the machine shed cause I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how I was going to describe what happened.
      You would think after being married this many years those guys would just be used to the predicaments we get into…wouldn’t you?

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      • kindergartenknowledge says:

        Well…it looks like our guys would get the hint! My moving furniture incidents are just a drop in the bucket! We have been married a long time…maybe they like us. That is the only explanation and that they have prayed a whole bunch for understanding!!!!!

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      • kindergartenknowledge says:

        I will let you know when I decide to move more furniture…so you can move some too! One time, I moved my organ to the living room and my piano to the family room…at our regular house! There is a step down to the family room. I didn’t like it and moved it back the next day. I was sore for a month! Mike just said…”Why?”. Poor guy!

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  3. samanthamurdochblog says:

    Lol…we have a cupboard under the stairs that is packed full of stuff in such a way it’s like a 3-D puzzle…but I take my hat off to you – to get a chair so masterfully wedged is a triumph! 😸😸😸😸

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  4. Deb says:

    OMG Faye you are so me! I would have done exactly the same thing. I want to get rid of this chair, I can do it…look how good I’m doing, oh this is easy, I should have done this long ago…UH OH!! I laughed out loud thru you whole story and yes in reading that quote too!! The picture is priceless!! You go girl…next time you now know to start the other way! Oh and good idea about not giving in to trying to do a split!! Lol. Great story. Oh have a wonderful time with all your family visiting and the wedding. 🙂

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      • Deb says:

        I know the feeling however i am successful more often than not, perhaps that’s why we keep attempting these things. Oh well I think it’s a good thing overall.
        Weddings are always fun, I’m sure you will have fun too.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      I figured there are a lot of stories out there similar to mine! One part of my brain really wants to know how ridiculous I looked with my foot stuck higher than my waist and the other part of my brain is grateful I will never really know!
      I DO remember your mower/fish pond story!!! It is good we can laugh at ourselves and see the humor in these situations.

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  5. thecobweboriumemporium says:

    LOLOLOLOLOL

    Oh LOL dearest Chicken LOLOL…. you are me. I am you. We’ve both done the most ridiculous things and because of that …. we’ve got ourselves into a LOT of trouble.

    I laughed wholeheartedly, BIG TIME. But – please know – not at you. I laughed at the situation you got yourself into and recognise your inner I AM WOMAN! power surge of Super Human Hero which happened when you looked at that chair.

    You, at that moment, didn’t need Mr.Chicken. For you ARE WOMAN!
    YOU’VE GIVEN BIRTH TO CHILDREN FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
    HOW MUCH OF A CHALLENGE IS ONE CHAIR AFTER CHILDBIRTH???

    So you flexed your muscles … and picked that chair up with your super-human strength and woman-handled it down those stairs. With each step you grew bolder and stronger. Until…. just one moment, and in that moment a memory jumped up and down demanding attention. So you looked at the memory – just for a nanosecond – and suddenly all your super-human powers vanished. Gone! Disappeared into thin air.

    You see … that memory was the Kryptonite to your Super-Woman Super Hero Powers. And once gone, you were left with your normal woman thinking brain, and your regular day to day strength.

    And from that exact point is where I began to roar with laughter. Mere mortal women are so funny when they lose their Super Human Powers. How do I know? Because I too once had those Super Human Powers. I too used to be able to man handle furniture around the place. Mr. Cobs and daughters No.1 and 2 would got out in the morning and when they came home, they thought they were in the wrong house.

    But … I too found out the hard way about moving a piece of furniture along the stairs – only for me it was going up the stairs. Everything was going just as it was for you. I was moving along beautifully. I AM WOMAN, WATCH ME ROAR, I was telling myself as I woman-handled this mere bit of nothingness.

    But … then a tiny wee brain cell came skipping along the neurons and it trod on a bit of brain which made a memory come back to my mind and where I should have ignored it …. I looked at it. “What are you doing? You do know that Himself needs to be here to do that don’t you?” And that’s all that was required. I TOTALLY lost my Super Human Super Hero Powers.

    Despite the fact that I roared with laughter, and that I was hugging myself and rocking back and forth in my chair, and that I could kind of see where this was heading … I was rooting for you all the way through! I wanted to hear that you got the chair down the stairs and it was now …. somewhere else.

    LOVED this post. It’s left me with a smile on my face and one in my heart.
    Thank you SO much for sharing this with us all. You are an absolute tonic for the soul, and a joy to the heart.
    God Bless you Chicken.
    love ~ Cobs. x

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      I absolutely was antsy waiting for your response on this post! I just knew you would totally understand the brain process on this one!!!
      LOVE the Helen Reddy reference! We are Women!! Stand back and watch (also stand back and be ready to help when we lose our super woman thought!
      Bless you too Cobs!

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  6. susieshy45 says:

    Faye
    The chair must have been heavy. I am glad Lar didn’t say anything to hurt your feelings. For me the feelings would have been hurt more than the why I did it part – if my husband said something that is. I am glad the two of you have such an understanding that too many words are not required.
    Susie

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