So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Moving and not moving
I helped my daughter move some of her stuff to her new place. It seems I'm always helping her move. To be fair, this time she had no choice. Her landlord lost the apartment to the city for non payment of taxes. For about a month she lived there in a weird limbo of no landlord and no rent payments. Then the hot water tank ran out of fuel. No apartment maintenance either. She's been crashing with the lovely wife and I ever since.
As I get older it gets harder and harder to find friends who'll help me lift heavy things. Too many of them now have bad backs. Nobody asks for help without first asking how one's back is currently feeling.
Fortunately, a friend of mine is both between jobs so has the day free, and has a nice strong back. We concentrated on moving all the stuff that takes two people to carry.
The tables, bed, and 12 volt cooler was stripped out of the veggie van to make room. With all the rain we've been having, it's nice to move things in a big waterproof box. It beats the heck of a pickup truck with a tarp flapping in the wind.
After moving some of my daughter's stuff, my buddy gave me a nice sofa that he'd been storing in his garage. Now all I have to do is figure a way to get it out of the van and into the house.
While at my friend's, I though I'd take a look at his lawn mower that hadn't run in two years. Three other guys tried to fix it before me, without success. Small gasoline motors pretty much break to problems with spark, fuel or air. This one had problems with both spark and fuel, but I got it going.
I was feeling pretty clever -until I tried to start my van and discovered I'd left the lights on and killed the batteries. My lovely wife brought my big battery charger from home and soon it started up. She teased me about leaving the lights on, but then did exactly the same thing with her car. It's been that kind of day.
Still lots of stuff to move, so I'll be back at it.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.