My old metal desk was commandeered (with our blessings) by our daughter for her new office space in town.
Here I am packing up the contents of my old desk. (Kowabunga, there was a lot of stuff in there.)
Hubby and I manhandled (with the help of our trusty hand truck and after having to take off the legs) the desk out of our house, into the back of the Suburban and on into town where we met our daughter at her new office.
Above hubby has just gotten it into the second room which will be her office proper.
Here they're trying to place the (heavier than cement) desk close to the spot she wants it.
"Hello, how may I help you?" ( I'm sure the desk top is set up to be much more functional now.)
Tomorrow - The exciting pictures of my new wood desk being assembled. I'm so glad my husband had a male friend to help because if it had been him and me doing it, there would have been blood shed.
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