My legs didn't want to stand up this morning. I was feeling muscles I hadn't
felt in a long time.
It's not that I ran a marathon or climbed a mountain. All I did was unpack boxes for about 3 hours, but remember I spend my life sitting down -- in front of a computer, in front of the TV, at the table. I don't stand, bend and/or stretch for extended periods of time and my body knows it today.
Ned and Marta are moving into their new house, closer to downtown Sacramento.
(That's their landlady, building a fence)
Cousins Day tomorrow
It's not that I ran a marathon or climbed a mountain. All I did was unpack boxes for about 3 hours, but remember I spend my life sitting down -- in front of a computer, in front of the TV, at the table. I don't stand, bend and/or stretch for extended periods of time and my body knows it today.
Ned and Marta are moving into their new house, closer to downtown Sacramento.
Walt called and said we'd like to come and check the place out, so in
mid-afternoon, after the bulk of stuff from their old house had been moved to their new
house, we showed up. There was a big moving van parked in front of the house.
The house was, of course, filled with boxes and Marta put us to work
unpacking boxes for the kitchen, while she tried to figure out where everything was going
to go.
The movers moved out the fridge that came with the house and moved
Ned and Marta's own into the kitchen.
Walt's task for the rest of the day was switching the doors so that
instead of opening on the right, they now open from the left. It involved a trip to
RiteAid, which is only half a block away, to get a Philips head screwdriver, since Ned had
left his toolkit back at the old house. (He did discover that a crucial tool in
removing the old hardware was a corkscrew!)
By the end of the day, they at least had the living room set up so
they could relax after a day of unpacking boxes...
...and my Uncle Paul's statue had a new home, on a shelf above the
fireplace.
The emptied boxes were stacked under a tarp in the back yard, hoping
to keep them from the storm that is coming.
(That's their landlady, building a fence)
We finally hit the wall around 8 p.m. I was unpacking a huge
box of glasses and cups, about my third box of glasses and cups, and saw that the next box
was labeled "Kitchen: glasses and cups." (Trust me, these guys have enough
glassware and cups to start their own restaurant!)
Marta was ready to go back to the old house and have a soak in their
hot tub and I just wanted to come home and collapse. Unfortunately, in our haste to
leave, I left my cell phone behind. I felt naked this morning!
It looks like it's going to be a nice house for them, and once they
move Bouncer (dog) and Porter (cat) in and get some more boxes unloaded, I know they will
make this house the same "home" that their old one was.
Cousins Day tomorrow
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