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Moving Experiences…#3.
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.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Insulator Adventures With Dad #3.
Dad managed to retrieve his glasses from the mud okay, but the frame was broken a bit. Just cracked really. Not too bad, I said, wiping the mud off. Dad was still rubbing his head where the stick hit him. Just a small crack right in the middle, I continued. What?! Where, I don’t feel anything, yelled dad rubbing his head. Not your head, your glasses, said I. You broke them, he said. No, not me, you did when you dropped them in the mud, I said. You’re the one that hit me on the head, said dad. Actually, the branch did, said I, but it didn’t hit your glasses. Ha, ha, said dad, Bonehead! By the way, you’re rubbing mud into your hair, said I. AAAAAA!!!!!!!, I forgot, said dad.
I’ll go wash your glasses in the creek over there, I said. NO, I’ll do that, said dad. Odd. Almost like he didn’t trust me. While dad was doing that I went to investigate some shimmering glass in the mud. Sure enough, there was several insulators sticking up out of the mud and all in very nice condition. All Canadian Pacific types, I said, nothing too exciting, various blues and greens. Hey, a purple one, I said, and went over to retrieve it. Rats, just a piece. Dad was still at the creek trying to clean himself. I kept looking around. There are a lot of poles in this dry swamp, should find a lot more insulators.
We did, but we had those types already, except for one in a beautiful blue. Okay, some of the colors were nice, but still a waste of time when we could be out digging for old bottles. Sigh. Finally at the last pole there were several cross arms solidly planted in the mud and still full of insulators. And 3 purple ones in excellent condition, one each in light, medium and dark purple. Not bad. We decided to wash some of the insulators in the creek.
Dad was close to the creek and said, toss them over and I’ll wash them while you continue looking. Naturally. He gets the fun part. Toss them higher, he said, easier to catch. That’s what he said. So I did. AAAAAA!!!!! I could hear the breaking glass. That one insulator, just a common aqua, destroyed 2 of the purple insulators, only the lightest color remained. I went over to see. Dad was just looking at all those pieces of glass. Amazing, he said quietly. Oh well, less to carry back, I said. Bonehead, said dad, shaking his head. We decided it must be time for lunch.
The day has warmed up so nicely. We were finally back on higher ground and definitely ready for some coffee. We found a nice spot with some large flat rocks which made good chairs and even one for a table. I set all the sandwiches and coffee on our ‘table’. Dad told me to sit down while he got his coffee. I offered to do it. I think that ‘no’ could be heard a mile away. Dad sat down with his food. I got mine. Amazingly there were no problems this time. Dad always manages to spill his coffee. AAAAAA!!!!!, said dad.
And tomorrow we find out what caused dad to scream. Plus it will be the last part of this little adventure. I hope you are having a great day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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