Good morning everyone on this cold November day. It’s a good day to be inside drinking coffee. Certainly don’t want to be outside drinking coffee. It’s too cold for that. The coffee would freeze. And so would I. Sigh. I miss summer already.
On to moving. The car was filled with boxes but there was just enough room in the back seat for my big lamp. Perfect. It won’t get broken here, I say to myself. As I go in for more stuff one of my helpers comes out carrying a large box. I go in, grab another box and head out to the truck with it. My helpers box was nowhere to be seen. Wonder where he put it? I ask him. Back seat of the car, he says. But it was full, I replied. Just had to push it a bit, he says. I look. Sure enough, the lamp shade is flat as a pancake.
I point out this fact. Didn’t you see the lamp. Yep, I saw it. You destroyed the lamp shade. It will straighten out, he said, might be a little bent, but it will still work. It was a new shade, I said. Picky, he says and walks away. Then I see him drop a box over the railing of the front steps. AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, there’s very breakable stuff in that box, I said. You should mark it then, he says. I did, can’t you read? Fraggle, he says. What’s fraggle? Not fraggle, fragile. What’s that mean? It means breakable, I said. Why didn’t you write “breakable” so everyone would know, he says.
You should pack stuff so it won’t break, he continued. I don’t expect people to be so rough, I said. Picky, he says. How about if I picky up a box and drop it on your head, I said. He walks away shaking his head. So do I. Another helper has a box containing part of my fossil collection. We are unloading at the new place by this time. He drops the box on the cement driveway. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! I go out and ask why he did that. Box was heavy, he said. Didn’t you read what it said on the box? Large letters saying Fragile, Steve’s Fossils. A box full of rocks, no wonder it was so heavy, he said as he wandered away.
Two of them bring in my dresser. Got a bit of a scratch on it, one of them says. I look. AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! It was on top, 8 inches (20cm) long, and deep. That’s not “a bit of a scratch”, I said, that’s a huge scratch. Didn’t you cover it with one of the blankets? Is that what those blankets are for?, asks one. I was wondering why you didn’t pack those blankets, said the other. Picky, says one as they walk away. I’m still staring at that huge scratch wondering how I will fix that. Sigh.
Just a few of many things that have happened. I will share more another time. Sigh. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
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