from a new iMac, and a sort of empty living room.
It's not totally empty, but the echo created by the removal of comfortable soft surfaces is truly remarkable. A few photos of the experience:
the last surviving piece of upholstered furniture. This is the chair I bought for my mother's assisted living apartment. It's comfy and like brand new. The cats immediately decided it was a great place to clean their butts.
No kidding - I took the slipcover off to wash it, because it was very coated in Higgins, and when I turned around:
They rarely bother to occupy the same chair. This weekend will be exhausting for them - they will have to shed and clean themselves for days to get the new furniture to feel like theirs.
College Hunks Hauling Junk. Nice, nice young men. Not cheap; but they do try to find a home for your old stuff, and also contribute to scholarship funds. Worth it - I couldn't find a charity to take it, and even if I could round up two strong male friends with a very big pickup truck who could be persuaded to give up their limited free time for fun like this, it would take multiple trips to move this stuff. These nice young Hunks thought they could find a place to donate it, and if so, yay for them.
And it's Friday. Yay.