An Early Christmas Present

Recently I sold the exercise bike that did nothing more than impart guilt to me. I put that money together with some Christmas cash and started watching our local craigslist.org for my Christmas present.

I missed a few really nice ones. I couldn't afford many of them! But I waited, knowing that one would eventually turn up.

Monday I saw it: Cherry entertainment center. Call xxx-xxxx. No photo. I emailed the poster, encouraging her to post a photo. After all, she was an hour drive away. She promised to try, when the camera came home from work with her son.

Tuesday night, armed with a mapquest printout, some dimensions, an idea of the style (but no photo), we headed out. It was dusty and neglected. They'd moved and didn't have room for it in their new home. Part of it was stored, gathering dust, in the basement. Another part was out in the garage, behind several rolls of carpet padding. It took a bit to empty it out, maneuver it out of its storage spaces, and load it up.

We got sort of lost coming home, as we tried to take back roads. You don't really want to do 70 mph on the freeway hauling one of these! Eventually we found a sign that looked familiar and we made our way home. The kids helped muscle it all in the house, and over the last 24 hours it's been lovingly dusted, lemon oiled and loaded up with equipment, books and other stuff.

This oughta make the organizer ladies happy. But I hope my healthy sister in law doesn't find out I sold that exercise bike!