Late night movers, how can this be

So we are approaching the expiration of the lease on Cindy’s apartment.  Despite our efforts thus far there was still a number of large items in the apartment that needed to be addressed.  After a rather hectic and stressful work day I picked up the dogs to take them to the house, fed them and headed back out in the truck for a late night moving session.

When I entered the apartment my blood pressure immediately rose.  A large portion of the loose items that remain in the apartment are Cindy’s daughters.  Despite numerous requests from Cindy, her daughter apparently did no further clean up beyond what occurred when Cindy and I moved stuff last weekend.  So as has been the case for most of this process, that left Cindy and I to do everything.  I was extremely annoyed but used that annoyance to fuel feats of super mover strength.

Thanks to the hand truck I brought along I was able to get a sofa and other large furniture items down 2 long flights of stairs solo.  My inner anger acted like an invisible weight belt allowing my body to endure positions and stresses that no orthopedist would encourage.

In total we loaded up the Tacoma three times, utilizing ratcheting straps to keep the piled furniture intact as we traveled back and forth to the storage place under the cover of darkness.  The last trip to the storage place was extra dramatic.  The sign at the entrance said the place closed at 10PM.  I assumed this to mean that the keypad that grants access stops working at that time.  Well we pulled out with the last load at 9:47 PM, giving me 13 minutes to get to the keypad.  Despite having a large saki bar and headboard in the back of the Tacoma I dropped the pedal to the metal.  I whipped into the entrance at 9:58, close call.

Originally Cindy was concerned the 5x10x8 storage space she rented would be too small.  I assured her you can cram a lot of stuff into 50 square feet as I have had storage space myself a couple times before.  The key to doing so is putting items that normally sit horizontally in the vertical position.  By using this technique we easily got everything into the space with a ton of room to back fill with boxes and other items if need be.  Cindy felt relieved to have all of the large items finally out of her apartment.  I was too.

We didn’t get back to the house until close till 11.  It was a long day and night.

Can someone explain to me exactly how we can’t figure out where the Malaysian airliner is?  I mean really, between radar, transponders and the satellites that circle the earth keeping pretty much every square inch under surveillance, how can we still be unsure of where the damn plane is? There is also a big subplot to this as the plane apparently changed directions and flew a massive distance the wrong way.  There had to be some sort of foul play involved however I would be surprised if the general public is ever privy to exactly what happened.

That agenda for my weekend is a bit fuzzy.  It depends on what remains to be done to get Cindy’s place completely vacated.  One solid item is a trip to the movies to watch Noah Saturday night.  Other than enjoying the company of the dogs, the rest of the weekend is going to be a play it by ear deal.

Oh, my free Keurig showed up yesterday, a speedy 3 days after I made the call.  You just gotta ask.