I’m not sure I actually chose the date, but the move out of the house happened and I’m still so tired. We finished that with a 26′ truck and unloaded by 10: something. I drove the truck, so I arrived at the new place then fell asleep 10 minutes later with Girly. She thinks this is fun. One more 16′ truck should do it then the yard and garage will be empty too. The next time I move, I intend to be wealthy and a performance artist with only costumes and shoes to move. Well, that’s not ever going to happen.
Lose friends while trying to move a metal shop. Just a fact of life.
Upset landlord by not completing move by beginning of month(though no one can move in anyway.)
Move to a house big enough to house all of my stuff. You know I wanted to say crap, but if books, music and art supplies are crap, then I wouldn’t be an artist, singer art teacher and sculptor.
Piss off new neighbors with reverse horn on truck, then unloading at night.
Exhaust self and everyone around me.
Meltdown before moving sheets of steel off truck. Had a good cathartic, sobfest over the weight of a table sized piece of steek.
Keep ibuprofen close. The stabbing pain in your lumbar region will go away after twenty minutes.
Burned out my eldest son. “No, no,I’m sleepy and I want to go home.”
Had to hunt down the silent sentinel and his brother at summer school in order to get them to help.
The little angry squirrel who is the youngest son just picked fights and broke things so he could get to go home.(I’m not stupid, it didn’t work. So he slept most of the day while the rest of us worked our butts off. Then he wanted a ride home after being rude and combative. He got to walk.)
Finally, make sure to change medications while moving, during times of chaos the body really DOES NOT adjust well.
That’s it a moving update. It is good to be in a house big enough for me, bear and Girly. Now, I just have to figure out where everything is.