The Joys Of Moving.

Posted on October 24, 2019 by

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Hello everyone!  Have you ever experienced the joys of moving?  I have.  Many times actually.  My parents moved a lot.  I inherited that from them.  So I move a lot.  I will be sharing some moving stories with you today, and in the future.  These are real stories.  Actually happened the way I tell them.  Quite amazing really.

One time dad and I were moving some stuff.  He had this nice antique wood stove.  It was a rather heavy thing.  It was at their cottage and they wanted it in town.  Fine.  I suggested putting it in the living room.  It would look nice there, I said.  That way we could back right up to the front door and go straight in.  Mom didn’t like the idea.  She wanted it in the basement.  That meant using the back door.  And going down steep stairs.  Why not?  Who likes to do things the easy way?  So we lift it off the truck.  This thing is heavy, I said.  What was your first clue?, replied dad.

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Across the street, red pine surrounded by aspen leaves.

Down the stairs we went.  Dad at the bottom.  Got about half way.  Phone rings.  Naturally, said dad.  No problem, I’ll get it, I said.  I dropped my end on the stairs.  Needed a break anyway.  As I left I could hear dad screaming.  He was still screaming when I got back.  You’re noisy today, I said.  Bonehead, was all he said.  I hope that phone call was important, he continued.  Don’t know, whoever it was hung up, I said.  Dad put his head down.  He did that a lot.  Seems he had a bit of trouble holding the wood stove, so it slid down the stairs a bit.  Hmm, put big gouges in the stairs, I said.  No doubt, said dad.  Should have put it in the living room, I said.  Should have had someone else help me, he said.  Strange.

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This walnut tree produced hundreds of walnuts this year. Our squirrel was happy.

Another time it was raining.  We were trying to get the couch out the door.  Not easy.  It was a big couch.  And we had to turn a corner in the entry to get out the door.  Dad went first.  The couch got stuck half way.  Don’t stop, I said, the couch is getting wet.  So am I, said dad.  Took a while, but we finally got it out the door and in the truck.  By that time it was thoroughly soaked.  So was dad.  Shouldn’t stand out in the rain like that, I said, might get sick.  Oddly, he didn’t say anything, just put his head down.

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Our squirrel taking a break from picking walnuts.

We had the same problem with their big bed.  Dad suggested covering it with plastic.  Except we didn’t have any.  One of us would have to go to the store and buy some.  I convinced dad that would take too long.  All we need to do is walk real fast, I said.  As soon as we got out the door it really started to rain.  The bed got soaked.  So did dad.  But he was wet already.  Oddly I did not get very wet.  Dad said he could fix that.  Strange.  There was still that metal bed frame.  I suggested folding it.  Guess dad didn’t hear me.  His hand was in the way.  He screamed.  He did that a lot for some reason.  Sorry, I said.  Carry it yourself, he said.  Fine.

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A nice autumn daisy.

Now, honestly, it wasn’t my fault he bent over to pick up something just as I swung the bed frame around to go out the door.  Thunk!  Hit dad on the head.  He sat down.  And groaned.  Tired?, I asked.  Bonehead, he said rubbing his head.  Should be wearing your hard hat, I said.  I shouldn’t be in the same room with you, he said.  Strange.  Good thing I’m here to help, I said.  Yeah, I might not get hurt, he said.  The joys of moving. 

All for now, I hope everyone has a wonderful day and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.

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56 Comments on “The Joys Of Moving.”

  3. I’m beginning to think that you have inherited the klutzy gene. Don’t worry – I’ve got that gene too. So does my cousin and her husband. Apparently, when my cousin was dating her now husband, he was at my aunt and uncles’ house carrying a mug hot coffee one evening. As he was carrying the mug to the living room, the bottom of the mug fell out and coffee went everywhere. Since my aunt and uncles’ living room has tile, the bottom of the mug caused a loud smash! I wasn’t there to witness this event. Just know that you aren’t alone. 😂🤣

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    • Hey, it’s not me, it was my dad that was always having problems. It is me now though.😂 I had to laugh over the mug, I had the same thing happen to me. I was at a friends aunts place for Christmas dinner once, the handle of my mug fell off as I picked it up, coffee everywhere all over the table. It missed me but got a lady beside me. She wasn’t too happy. The aunt didn’t like throwing anything away, so when the handle on the mug broke a week before, she glued it back on. Didn’t work. I had a hard time not laughing when that lady got the coffee all over her.😂😂 Thanks for reading Hilary!

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  6. Well, I got you beat on the number of moves since I was born…31… I never liked moving, but usually I did like the outcome for the most part…pictures are lovely once again…I think that the misadventures are hereditary !

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    • It was always fun moving into a new place, until all the problems were discovered.😂But all the work now is just no fun. Yes, hereditary for sure! Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed!

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  7. Ha ha ha Steve! That was fun to read 😄😄 your dad really had great fun with you 😂😂 or is it you had all the fun 🤔✨ 😉 But it was lovely written. i hate moving, basically lazy to arrange things. i arrange and keeps things neat, but moving🤔 huh, no😐😉.

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    • Glad you enjoyed that Simon! I think our moving times were more fun than our other adventures!😀😂🙄 I used to love moving, but after 25 times it’s no longer a thrill.😳😬 Now I prefer to stay in one place.😂😄 Have a great evening Simon!

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      • Hey Simon! He’s a long ways east of here. I’m about 2,300 km northeast of Montreal, driving by car. I am going to do a tour of our little town this winter on my blog. Need to get a few more pictures yet, hopefully before winter! This injury kind of slowed things down, but hopefully I will get all pics needed. It’s a bit warmer down in Montreal than way up here!😀

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      • Hey Steve! Thanks fot sharing, great to know✨🤗 Please take care of leg, we know you are dare to try out things. But a quick recovery is better than trying risk😉 Take your time. Have a beautiful weekeend Steve✨☺️

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      • So true Simon, just have to wait until it’s completely healed before trying too much. And I think I will be more careful after this too.😁🌞🙄

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