Northwest Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Guests arrive before furniture, but it works out
The houseguests came. They ate. They slept. They laughed. They cried. They used dozens of towels. They created laundry blizzards. They ate some more. They made our two dogs very tired and happy. They played board games and watched movies. They went out and came back. And all that week, not one of them said, “Do you know that you don’t have any outdoor furniture on your terrace?”
I had been gearing up for weeks to outfit the upstairs covered terrace with outdoor cabinetry, a small refrigerator, and inviting outdoor furniture. All the pieces were to fall into place before our nine guests — an infant, a toddler, a 5-year-old, an 8-year-old and five adults in their 20s and 30s — came to town. They were all staying upstairs, where I wanted to create an outdoor decompression chamber, which they would surely need.
And I might have pulled it off if I hadn’t been so picky.
After scouring my options and learning what to look for when buying outdoor furniture, (See part three of this series, June 2 Style section, Page 6E.) I set my sights on a pair of deep-seated, coffee-brown wicker lounge chairs with tan cushions, two matching ottomans and a side table from Blue Oak Outdoors’ Bahama Collection. The product line checked all my boxes: looks, function, quality, price and size.
However, in the days between deciding and ordering, the ottomans became “temporarily unavailable,” according to the website, which I ignored. Surely, they can find two ottomans. They just had them yesterday. I ordered the furniture.
The confirming email contained two little words I loathe: “back order.” Ugh. The ottomans would not be in for a few weeks. I called the company tell them they were mistaken. “But I have guests coming,” I pled.
“Would you be interested in outdoor furniture from one of our other two lines?” the customer service person asked. I tried to want them, but you know how when your mind is as set as a brick in cement, your heart is pinned, and you’ve already pictured yourself sitting in this exact chair, nothing else will do? “I’ll wait,” I said.
He would do what he could, but much would depend on the shipping schedule from the independent trucking company. Sigh. So much of my fate lies in other people’s hands.
The cabinets went in. The guests arrived. The furniture was still at large. The company expedited the order. Then hope came in the form of an email from the trucking company announcing a Friday delivery. The guests would have one weekend to enjoy the furnished space. And, even more important, and this is where you come in, I could finish my outfitting-the-outdoor column series without interruption. See the pressure I am under?
All was coming together in a photo-finish ending, until … a woman from the trucking company called Thursday. “The truck scheduled for Friday wasn’t coming,” she said matter-of-factly.
“But I have an email confirmation,” I said, as if that mattered.
“We thought we’d have enough merchandise going your way to fill a truck, but we don’t. The next delivery date is Monday.”
“Monday’s too late,” I said, pathetically. “See, my houseguests will be leaving, and I need to write this outdoor furniture column, which is due Sunday.” She is not caring, but I continued, “It’s part of a fivepart series, so, you see, Monday won’t work.” I could hear her filing her nails.
“We could do Tuesday,” she said.
“Tuesday?”
“You want Tuesday?” “No, I want Friday.” “We have Monday or Tuesday.”
“Fine, Monday.” “Fine.”
Arrgh!!
On Monday, right after DC and I waved the last of our family off to the airport, the truck driver called to say he’d be to the house within the hour. We looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Then we looked around at the suddenly still upended house displaying all the fun we’d had. The furniture didn’t matter.
That night after work we got the house back in order, then we unpacked the new furniture and put it upstairs where it fell beautifully into place.
As I sank into one of the supremely comfortable, cushioned chairs, and put my feet up for the first time in days, DC arrived with two glasses of wine and collapsed in the matching chair beside mine. There on the quiet, finally finished terrace, we shared a moment of perfect peace, and raised our glasses to the successful family gathering and to the new furniture that had arrived a week late — and just in time.