|The first piece of mail addressed to me at the new place came from my ex-employer.|
The books came over on Tuesday night. My friend John, who labored with me in the purgatory known as Medco Health, helped me transport two pickup truck loads of books from Weinland Park to Old North. (We stopped at Tee Jaye's for a late meal in between runs.) Wherever my books are, that is home for me. So, one whole corner of the living room contained stacks and stacks of milk crates.
Today marked the arrival of the furniture. In the previous entry, I included a plug for the Furniture Bank of Central Ohio, and thanks to them, we have furniture in the new place. My associate pastor Eric met me at their headquarters on S. Yale Ave., not too far from my old house in Franklinton, and I went through the warehouse picking out dressers, mattresses, box springs, a love seat, and a La-Z-Boy. Susie and I have identical desks--heavy oak desks that were once in dormitories.
Two thirds of the way through the selection process, the warehouse foreman casually mentioned that it was curbside delivery. The truck driver and his assistant would not carry the furniture inside the house. That was totally on me.
I was happy to pay the $55 delivery fee, so I didn't fume too much about their not bringing it into the house. The title of this entry came from my realization that, although it wouldn't be pleasant, I could indeed haul everything inside. It took the better part of two hours, and I had to resort to such creative tactics such as pushing the dresser end over end, and singlehandedly moving Susie's dresser up the stairs. (Gravity was not my friend during that experience, and I am still marveling over the fact it did not shift and come down on top of me.) During the time I was moving the mattresses upstairs, I came away convinced they were alive.
Common sense prevailed enough to keep me from being completely foolhardy with the furniture moving. There is a large TV sitting on top of the refrigerator, but under no circumstances will I bring that down by myself. The desks are so heavy that tonight they are sitting on my new front porch.
Tonight was Community Presentation Night at The Graham School, where Susie is a freshman. Each class presented its Septemberim projects, including Susie's "Writing for the Internet" class. (During the first month of school, the students spent entire days in a single class of their choosing.) Of course, Susie's blog was among the many displayed in the classroom. (The teacher arrayed laptops around the room, each open to the home pages of the students' blogs.)
This indeed has been one of those overloaded days. I came in to work for two hours before I headed over to the Furniture Bank, and that was the slowest moving part of the day. There were no doctors' reports awaiting dictation when I logged on at 8 a.m., but the rest of the day went manic really quickly. I filled out two pages of paperwork before I went to the warehouse to select furniture. As soon as the furniture guys left (around 12:45 to 1 p.m.), I immediately went to work getting the furniture indoors. It looked like a cross between an eviction and a yard sale when the truck left, so I moved everything out of the yard and either onto the porch (the desks) or into the house (everything else). As soon as I finished that, I headed straight to Columbus State to get my paycheck, and then to the credit union to cash it. (It wasn't until I was back downtown and walking from Rhodes Hall to the credit union that I realized that I had done the entire furniture-moving project on an empty stomach! Next stop was Subway.)
Susie has a slight cold, but she's soldiering on with school, and her enthusiasm about the new house is keeping the symptoms at bay. I think that all the heavy lifting (literally!) gave my immune system a boost. I'm one of those people who doesn't get sick easily, but when it happens, I make up for all my health all at once and get dreadfully ill, with a vengeance.
As long as I get sick once this move is finished, and not during, I won't complain too excessively.