Amazingly (if you know us, you'll understand why), the bookcase made it home without incident. Not that I had anything to do with it... Being pregnant and all, the doctor imposed a 25 lb lift restriction. 25 lbs is an absoloutely pathetically small amount, especially when I'm used to carrying big bags of dog food by myself, but there it is. I've broken the restriction several times, but Shayne was dead-set against me helping with the bookcase.
So I didn't. Armed with our rusty old truck and his friend R, Shayne brought the bookcase home.
I looked much bigger in our living room than it had in the shop window. It was also taller than I remembered. The spot I had cleared for it didn't work out, but it fit in beautifully across from the sofa. I was surpried to find that all 6 shelves were included, even though there had only been 5 when we bought it. Paul had also given us a key that fit the locks. And the bookcase is identical to the photo I found on an internet acution site, except that ours is in better shape. Score!