Long Live the Desk

There is something to be said about furniture that requires "some assembly." I bought a desk several years ago that, at the time, was the perfect solution for my home office/student needs. It was compact, had a built in filing cabinet, and had the ability to expand with a collapsable table. The hutch also provided loads of storage for other office supplies. What an awesome desk. For a mere $400, it took only 4 hours to assemble.

Over the years, this desk moved with me many times. I was the only one who knew how to disassemble it and then reassemble every time. On my last move, I came to the conclusion that the desk had seen better days. It was, after all, one of those particle board/laminate wood desks. I purchased a new desk and some matching bookcases and then began the process of disassembling my old desk one last time. I took pieces of the desk down the stairs and to the curb for garbage day. After hauling most of the desk outside, I decided to wait until the following garbage day to haul the hutch to the curb.

A week later, I dragged the hutch to the top of stairs.

Phoenix, very curious of my latest project, inquired, "What doin' Mama?"

"I'm taking the old desk to the curb so I can put the new desk together, Baby."

"Why?"

"Because the desk is old and falling apart so Mama bought a new one."

"Ooooh"

I went to my bedroom to get shoes when I heard a CRASH followed by a scream of terror or pain! I ran from my room with one shoe on. The hutch was smashed on the landing of the staircase and in the wall, two large gaping holes had been punched. I heard a wimper from the boys' room and found Phoenix hiding under his bed. I pulled him out and made sure he wasn't hurt. Phoenix trembled. He was more scared than anything.

We ventured out of his room and inspected the damage.

"Well, you did it this time!" I teased, "You killed it. You killed Mama's desk."

"I sorry Mama. I not want to kill your desk. I was helping."

"It's alright. He had a good, long life. Now let's take him to the graveyard."

Phoenix and I laughed as we dragged the remains of the desk to the curb.

The holes in the wall smiled.