Getting ready to move means farming out your stuff to friends. Henry and his parents are reciving these two fine slipper chairs. They were transpported with the help of Big Red, my valiant volkswagon, and a blue tarp with bungy cords. Luckily, I was protected from neighborhood varmits by Dixi, the wonder dog. I really did feel a bit like a Clampett driving from Dogpatch through the Mission to Henry's house.
I assume they will be well used over the next couple of years. Parties, dinners, and general lounging are what these chairs cry out for. Hopefully, by Friday of this week I can show you a picture of the chairs in situ at Henry's place.
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