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September 27, 2007
Moving - oh, how I hate moving
The movers will be here at 8:30 am or so tomorrow morning. They will only be taking the stuff we want to keep that we can't move ourselves. But, I have to have all the booze out of the bar, all the appliances out of my huge Southwestern pine armoire in the kitchen, all the stuff off of my handmade mexican tile table (the tile is hand made, and I hand made the table top) and so on and so forth.
Major dropped off a couple of his horses last night - but they are not within sight of the house, they must have wandered far back into the acreage - there is a lot of grass for them!
My horses, Willy and Petey will come to the farm on Sunday. The cats, tomorrow, the dogs, tomorrow.
I have a shitload of work to get done, and John is hauling a WWII Jeep Willy's to a parade this evening, the brat! I'll be working my ass off while he is getting to play with his friends.
He
Will
Pay.
I need boxes. and help.
damn.
Posted by Beth at September 27, 2007 4:14 PM
Comments
I can so relate. I hate moving....and we've done it way too many times!
Posted by: Tammy at September 27, 2007 5:12 PM
Every time I move, I threaten to leave it all behind on the next move. Idle threats, as the furniture well knows by now.
Sorry I can't be there to help. But I don't have any boxes to speak of ;-)
Posted by: Barb at September 28, 2007 12:20 AM
It's heaps more fun* without the movers.
Posted by: Trias at September 28, 2007 4:32 AM
I'm paying. I got up a 0345 to do a full day's labor under SWWBO's thumb. Then I have to do money-earning work, then back under the thumb.
And I'm thinking the weekend isn't going to be a restful one.
Sigh.
But last night *was* fun. A Ford-built, March, 1941 slant-front Jeep. Too kewl.
In a parade, too.
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at September 28, 2007 6:05 AM
Moving sucks ass. When I was a kid, I loved it because it was exciting and we got to stay in a hotel for a night.
Now... I see why my Mom dreaded every minute.
Posted by: AFSister at September 28, 2007 7:53 AM
You have my sympathy as we recently moved into our new house. The best part was realizing how much stuff we had, that we didn't care enough about to take with. The kids in the fam are loving all the nice things they inherited:)
Posted by: SK at October 2, 2007 10:08 AM