This one's for Chuck!

Physical Therapy is still a 'happening thing' in the process of exercising my right knee back to reality. I've gone from three visits a week to two visits a week, and the physical therapist is great. The time flies by as she gives a directive, and we chat the whole time that I am following her plan to rehabilitate my right knee. I was sharing with her that my brother had been up for the weekend and it had been a nice visit...except for my living room furniture. My couch and chair are recliners which are not the easiest chairs from which to stand up...out of the sitting position and up on your feet! As Paul likes to demonstrate in quite the theatrical way, "It's like trying to get out of a peach basket."

So, my 'PT' buddie offered an extra chair of hers, and if I wanted it, it was mine. Yesterday, as she walked in, she told me that her husband was on his way over with the chair on the pickup truck. As he put the chair through the door, and there was snow-white stuffing popping out of the top of the chair..she raised her voice a bit and asked,"What happened??"

"It fell off the back of the truck."

"Oh, great!" she says.

"It happened kind of fast. There was nothing I could do. Thank God there was not a car behind me."

In an effort to bring some levity into the situation, I reminised about the time that my good friend, Chuck, enlisted help in moving a piano to his house. At last, his wife was going to get a piano. It had always been on her wish list, and one day she encountered a situation where if she moved it, she could have it. The piano- moving posse of 4 strong men hoisted the prized piece of musical furniture onto the truck and set out on the 20 minute ride. All was going well until the curve ...which also happened to be an incline...and some scientific force took over, and just like a Laurel and Hardy moment...the piano flew off of the truck. Some very loud keyboard sounds hit the ground, and those were its last sounds. It broke up into many pieces. As did the four guys, I'm sure!!

Can you imagine the scenario that occurred when he arrived home[by himself...no need for the other three to witness the response to], "So, Where's the piano?"

"Back on Half Acre Road. It didn't make it up the curve."

"Are you serious???"

"I am sorry to say...affirmative!!"

"And grateful to be on a country road with no one behind me."

It became one of those stories that was funny in retrospect. At least that was what I said to the couple [on my porch] arguing about the chair that dove off the back of a truck.

Pointless to discuss it further...it wasn't going to bring it back....isn't that right, Chuck?