Moving, Part Three

Cecil is the professional who wanted the pool table for himself and had the expert muscle men help to move the heavy slate pool table. He will put it in his garage, much to his wife's chagrin because she was parking her car there. (He told her he will built her a car port for her car.) I think he does play pool professionally and he does buy, sell and trade pool tables as this sign suggests. Call him it you need one. 

Cecil decided against taking out the special red felt we had which apparently is hard to come by even for an expert. He wouldn't disassemble the table as I had been telling people needed to happen. Instead his crew carried it through the French doors out to a truck. 

The gentlemen also helped by raising the lights that hung over the pool table on their chains and then moved into my empty den a banquet table where I can pack boxes. 

The pool table rolled on down the street, and now with two large pieces of furniture removed (also sectional as I reported in Moving, Part Two), the carpet can be pulled up. I am ready for further adventures of moving, getting a new garage door installed, and having plumbing issues resolved. 

I am grateful for happy days my husband tried to teach me to play pool. I reflect on the great day my husband and Jake played pool together while their friend Bob had to keep score for the gentlemen because of the short-term memory of the players. I am grateful for being able to cut out quilts on it when it was covered. An era has passed out of my life. 

Quilt for oldest grandson
 I made for his wedding