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26 August 2009 @ 10:20 pm
I am in mourning for a couch. I know this is an unusual thing to be in mourning for, but it was the Most Comfortable Couch Ever. I first met this couch while at a DJ party thrown by the housemates I would eventually move in with. I was far too blitzed to drive home, and crashed on the MCCE, thus discovering its exalted state. When the landlord sold the place from under us, it had no home, for it had been abandoned by one of the long series of housemates, so I took it with me. An exciting moment: the first piece of furniture I owned that absolutely could not be broken down and transported by car. How grownup!

It served me well, this couch; when I was doing deadline document work, I would occasionally work into the late hours on it, and when too tired to go on, simply put down the laptop and sleep right there. It was the base for much TV watching and net surfing and general sloth. It was already an old couch by the time I got it, and seven years of constant use (and abuse, as Cinder loves to shred it and spread her black furred self over its once white surface) have not been kind. But still, it remains the Most Comfortable Couch Ever, and I would spring for recovering it, if only...

...my landlord hadn't demanded I reconfigure the apartment; my kitchen shelves were too close to the stove. Moving them the foot or so they needed turned the living room from just big enough to hold the couch and move around to Too Small. Well, technically it could still fit, but that would require getting rid of the book shelves that line both open walls, and that ain't gonna happen. It's too tattered and torn to justify putting it in storage, so I purchased a Poang chair from Craigslist and with the help of my neighbors hauled the MCCE to the curb.

It now sits there, lonesome and sad, awaiting Large Item Pickup. Farewell, brave couch!
Confessions of a Strange Loopwebbob on August 27th, 2009 05:32 am (UTC)
It's always sad to lose a dear family member, especially one that's supported you through the years. Sympathies.
Lauratavella on August 27th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
I've spent more hours with this couch than most of my friends and family :)
Cyrano: Scientific Inquirycyranocyrano on August 27th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
"Farewell, Brave Couch" was the name of the band I was in when I was in high school.
desperancedesperance on August 27th, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)
Ave atque vale. I do believe that with its demise, my own may inherit the title of MCCE. It may have cost me a very expensive pair of spectacles (well, I fell into a drunken stupor asleep on it, on account of its MCCE-ambitious status, and woke up, and sat up, and crunch...), and Barry may be on the way towards shredding it into spaghetti, but I love it yet.

It's strange, how attached we do get to objects. Even big ones. I once dedicated a book to a Portakabin...
Lauratavella on August 27th, 2009 03:10 pm (UTC)
...a Portakbin? You have to tell me the rest of the story.
desperancedesperance on August 27th, 2009 03:25 pm (UTC)
Heh. 'Tis briefly told: I spent a year being crime-writer in residence on a sculpture project, working out of a Portakabin on a building-site. Saved my life, changed my life; and everything revolved around the Portakabin, so the book that revolved around that year, yup, the dedication was inevitable...
Loligololigo on August 27th, 2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
I had to throw out the Most Comfortable Armchair Ever a few months ago, and it was not easy. Chuckles actually cried -- the MCAE had been living in her room for the past 5 years, and she would often curl up and sleep in it. It was faded and ragged and had been peed on WAY too many times by ill cats and potty-training kids. (I have mad urine removal skillz by this point, but when something soaks deep into cheap foam cushions, there's only so much you can do.)
Lauratavella on August 27th, 2009 03:06 pm (UTC)
This one was so torn up that it hasn't even been taken from the curb, and this is an area where *everything* gets recycled from the curb. I once put the plywood base for a small futon chair,minus the futon andwith the fabric falling off, at midnight Sunday and it was gone by dawn.
desperancedesperance on August 27th, 2009 03:27 pm (UTC)
Yup, my area is the same. A friend was recently most impressed, when he came round to help me take up the stair-carpet and throw out some other furniture. "Shall we take it to the dump?" quoth he. "Nah," I said, "just stick it in the alley. It'll go."

It was gone inside the hour.