Boy am I sore....
February 6, 2005 There's really nothing to compare to the unbridled pain after moving
one's overabundance of stuff from one locale to another. I took off
from work on Friday, and Shirley dropped me at the U-Haul joint at
7:30am to pick up the 26' truck I'd reserved. I should have taken it as
an omen for the day when they had to dump TWELVE quarts of oil into the
beast before I could drive it off (apparently that's only about half of
the oil that they hold). So after waiting for the oil to finally get
topped off, and adding 20 gallons of diesel to the tank, I made it to
the apartment at 8:35am to meet the 2 gents we'd hired to help us move.
These guys had helped us before - actually they pretty much did ALL of
our last move - and it's wonderful to hire some folks to do the
schlepping of furniture and heavy boxes down from the 3rd floor
apartment. Unless one of those guys has the flu. Great. So I ended up
working with them, since I was at the post-full-flu stage of lots of
coughing, rather than the full-on stage of weak and snot-filled lungs
and coughing. By 8:30pm we had finally transfered everything from the
apartment, along with the stuff from our totally packed 10' by 10' by
8' high storage unit, which had cradled much of our belongings for the
past year. My body will never forgive me.
Knowing that my body would never forgive me (and it hasn't so far; each
day it displays a new level of rage) - I've spent the past 2 days doing
all manner of settling-in chores: fixing the plumbing in one of the
sinks where the genius plumbers plumbed the hot and cold backwards,
working on a leak in the sink in the other bathroom, installing an
under-sink water filter in the kitchen (details and pics about that
adventure later), installing a toilet paper holder in one bathroom, a
couple of towel racks in the bathrooms, a swag hook and repositioning a
kitchen light fixture, front door brass kick plate, front door security
peep hole, repair damage to outdoor table (it apparently got some owies
during the cross-country move last year) and assemble the table back to
it's former self...
And Shirley's not gotten off chore-free either. She's been faux-painting and regular painting several walls (we hate
plain boring bland lackluster white walls!), unpacking lots of boxes,
assembled the barbecue that we bought yesterday, and much more.
Now I am going to skip the 2nd half of the Superbowl (I mainly just
wanted to catch Paul McCartney in the halftime show), and I'm gonna go
slather some Ben-Gay all over my shoulders and neck and go to sleep for
many hours. I'm really looking forward to work tomorrow, when I get to just sit on my bum and think :-)
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