Certain things can’t be rushed. One of those things is creating a piece of art. I purchased a large canvas for my living room shortly after I moved to Tennessee with the intention of painting a scene from my family’s … Continue reading
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The Garden: Progress Report #4
This past weekend, I went back to Kentucky to see my extended family. And, of course, I had to check on the garden to see how it was coming along. It’s not drastically different from the last report. The garden … Continue reading
This is Amarillo, my moving truck. The name just came to me and I think it suits him. This is his best angle.
My dad and I packed up Amarillo all day today and I am pooped. My back is broke. On the bright side, my biceps are now bulging. Kinda.
We started out filling up the truck with all of the boxes I had ready to go. Things were going swimmingly and it seemed like I was going to have a ton of room in the truck. My apartment is not a whole lot bigger than Amarillo so this was good news.
I finished packing up boxes and then we put in my colossal disassembled work desk.
Satisfied with our progress and how much room we had left, my dad and I went to lunch. I had to have one last fix of Mexican at one of our favorite lunch spots (more like one of my favorite lunch spots, but my dad is a good sport and went with it (for the second time in a week)).
When we got back, we decided we should go ahead and put all of the pieces of my bed in the truck. Moving a queen-size mattress without handles is like trying to move an enormous piece of Jell-o (as my dad put it) or trying to give my cat Scarlett a bath (the first comparison that came to mind for me). It just ain’t happenin’.
I would also like to note at this point in time that shrink wrap is not my friend.
After many nearly fatal moments, my dad and I wrestled the mattress into the truck. Although I did not enjoy moving my bed components, I did learn a new trick from my dad.
As he was tying up my mattress, headboard and box springs to secure them to the truck, he showed me a way to pull the rope really tight.
“This here is a hay-hauling knot.” -my dad
I had not seen this technique or heard of the abovementioned application before, even in all my time as a farm hand.
I hope you enjoyed that farming/physics lesson.
Somehow, I managed to fill Amarillo completely. I’m not really sure how that happened or where all of this stuff came from or how I am going to have any room to circulate in my apartment after I unload all of these things…
…or why I need all of this stuff.
…or how I am going to transport these things up two flights of stairs.
…or how to haul hay.
Wish me luck.
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