Finally done. Larry helped me tremendously doing all the pressing. He says he likes to iron. (I warned him how picky I am, but he was very brave.)
To make matters much worse, ten minutes after Larry got off the phone with Grandma, I get a call from the nurse. The new chair broke. Just kill me now. Grandma is fine, she just slid out of it unhurt. La-z-boy in Shreveport agreed to send someone out right away, (thank you Jesus). Robert, the repairman, was able to fix it, (thank you again, Jesus). Apparently something just has to be pushed back into place. I made sure Robert trained the nurse and Grandma on how to make this fix before he left. God willing, chairpocalypse is over.
So much for the quiet weekend at home in Fort Worth. I feel like a limp noodle and it is not even Saturday.