Music:
Nickleback; The Long Road. 3. Someday
The Ataris; So Long Astoria. 3. In This Diary
Good Charlotte; The Young and the Hopeless.
12. The Young and the Hopeless.
I am helping my younger brother and his wife move out into their own apartment. I'll probably post several short messages this weekend. Not that I'll have anything worthwhile, but I'll feel like commenting on the events of the next couple of days.
The most witless thing I've ever heard: waiting until the Fourth of July weekend to move, then working Saturday morning while your brothers help move your things, and the rental truck isn't coming to 1:00 PM, (by the way it is 1:30 on Saturday as I finish this post) and the truck hasn't been here yet.
So good thing my older brother owns a pick-up. It is only a Ford Ranger, so it is smaller than a F-150. This day has been hot and sweaty in that annoying I-wish-I-was-somewhere-else way. We moved a bedroom set, an entertainment center, some kind of spice-rack/cabinet, and a decent number of boxes. Next up, large Sterilite (like Tupperware) boxes filled with their clothes. Good thing my father has taken over, as he would say; "they have no game plan."
Amendment to this blog post: The moving truck never showed, the aunt who was arranging the truck was actually getting it for herself, and needed to go to the Springfield area. She was in the middle of Massachusetts, and we ended up using all our smaller vehicles to make the move. She's a real giver.
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