This weekend I had to get my stuff out of storage in Columbus and put it in storage in Richmond*. Loading it into the rental truck wasn't that bad because a) all of my junk was centrally located and b) there were three people helping me. The whole affair was done in less than an hour.
For some reason, I figured that I could do the same work by myself almost as quickly when I reached my ultimate destination. Having driven 8.75 hours and eaten only beef jerky during my trip, the two hours I spent unloading were trying. And then a severe thunderstorm interupted my work. Six hours later - around midnight - I resumed my unloading. By then it was after midnight and both sets of clothes that I wore were soaked (the first from sweat, the second from sweat and precipitation).
One reason I went it alone was that I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. Screw 'dat. Next time I'm going to pull a Keith Hernandez and bug all of y'all to help me move, no matter how well I know you.
*Specifically, Petersburg. Even more specifically, my Dad's car hole.
2 comments:
damn, i actually feel kinda bad now. apologies from your brotha.
if it makes you feel any better, i worked on the deck from 9am til after 9pm (using flashlights) with only 2 cigar breaks and 3 slices of ham all day so that i could finish it up. even though i love that stuff i was zonked that evening. asleep at like 9:45.
did all the crap fit at denny's? or did you resort to jan's playroom?
Well, I knew you were going to be busy, so that's why I didn't ax you initially. It was only when I saw daylight receding that I picked up the phone. But, hey, the rain allowed me to take a Forrest Gump break. I don't think I've ever watched the Weather Channel as much as I did that night.
Cool that you finished the deck, though.
Naw, I couldn't get it all into dad's garage. All I had left were my records (about 8-10 milk crates full), my framed posters and pictures, a chair, and a few other odds and ends. I have a month or two to figure out what I'm going to do with all of that.
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