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June 27, 2000 |
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I would be helping Len move today. He
put signs up in his building letting people know that we was selling his
furniture, a garage sale of sorts, without the garage. He also had a
rental truck for the day and I promised to help him move. Not that big a
deal really. We talked about my buying some of the furtinure he wasn't
planning to keep, I just figured that I would simply write him a check once
we figured out the total. As it turns out, he simply gave me the
stuff, which made me feel a bit like a weasel. He also gave me a juicer
and a grilled sandwich maker. Thanks, Len
He called me in the morning to get me out of bed and I headed to his place.
The first thing to load up was the furtinure that I was getting, and we
would be loading it up and taking it to my place. I managed to get a
fairly nasty gash on my leg as we were loading; it's a good thing that I
don't do this for a living. We drove off. As we turned around the first
sharp bend… Slam! Apparently, some of the furniture had
toppled. It wasn't that big a deal really, but it was just a little
disquieting. Dropping off the furniture at my place was
uneventful, my main hallway is a T-intersection, so getting furniture
around it is a bit of a task. We simply got it into my place through the
terrace. I live on the first floor and I don't have a rail, so it was
pretty easy to do. We won't mention what happened to the gutter as we were
driving off. Nope, not at all.
The remainder of the day we spent moving his furtinure. Seattle takes the
most inappropriate times to turn hot. Not just plainly hot, unbearably
hot. Today was one of those. The forecast was for the mid 80's, but it
certainly felt hotter than that. I swear this city is trying to
smite me.
We moved a number of things, among them:
- an armoire.
- a number of CD racks.
- a small desk.
- a futon.
- an office chair.
- a television.
- and its stand.
Not too bad actually, he had managed to sell or give away most of the things he didn't want or need. The moving was surprisingly simple. There was a curb which we had to keep walking past, and everytime we passed it while carrying something large where our vision is obstructed the other said, "curb". Towards the end of the day, I was warning him about anything, including steps, curbs, and cracks on the sidewalk. I'm nothing if not helpful.
We finished moving all the big items and there were only a few more things he had to take care of. He still had a couple of days. We went to return the moving truck and pick up a few more moving boxes. We then got into his car. It displayed the external temperature at 100 degrees, the hottest day I can remember in Seattle this year. I think we went through a gallon of Gatorade between the two of us.
I went to work shortly after that. Naturally, I would be calling him later to see how he was doing. I may have a chance to help him out some more yet.
June 27, 2000