Oooooooof. Sigh. *flopps down on the couch and vows never to stand again* Groan. *begs for a foot massage, which she doesn't get*
My feet are killing me. I feel like I did the day after Adventureland, when I walked so much in wet shoes. Last night I felt so tired I could have cried. I wasn't sad, just tired!
We got the house cleared out, but not without mishap, however. The rain had slowed by ten, but Dad had already called some of the people who were going to come, telling them that we wouldn't start loading until about one-thirty or two-ish. Dad and Grandpa got the deep freezer out of the basement with some grunt work, and out to the U-haul. The truck bed was wet and slippery as Grandpa helped pull the freezer up while Dad pushed it. He lost his footing and slipped, and as he did so, the freezer tipped and fell on his legs/hip. Grandpa's okay now, but his legs hurt and he's using a wheelchair and crutches. We had to call an ambulance for him, then Mom and Grandma followed it to the hospital, where they were for most of the day. The good news is that no bones were broken as far as they could tell. But this means that Grandma and Grandpa won't be coming up with us tomorrow and helping us move in. :~(
A total of nine people came to help us, ten if you count a little boy who mostly played with Monkey (my seven-year-old bro). One family was supposed to bring Sloppy Joes and other food to eat after we had gotten most of the work done. But since we didn't start until two, and most of our food was packed or at G&G's house, all we had were baby carrots, hard-boiled eggs, string cheese, and one slice of a Subway sandwich left over from Friday's lunch. Monkey had the sandwich. There was no salt for the eggs. How can you eat hard boiled eggs if you have no salt??? I had had one like that for breakfast on Friday, and it was just plain dull. I had to go down to the local inconvenience store and buy some. Why do they sell just plain pepper and pepper-and-salt, but no just plain salt?? That was all I wanted! Plain ol' salt! But noooo, I had to buy unwanted pepper, too, and with my own money! *sigh* isn't life aweful? :-D
Now that G&G aren't coming up with us, the plans have changed. I'm not sure whether they're for the better or the worst.
The original plan: Dad drives the truck and Mom follows him, taking the boys with them, and leave around 5:30 a.m. Then Grandma takes our Astrovan and Grandpa their van, and we leave around eight or eight-thirty.
The revised plan: We all get up at the unGodly hour of four-ish in the morning, and leave by five-forty-five-ish. Dad drives the moving van with at least one boy in it. Mom, and possibly one boy, follows in Dad's work car, the Maliblue (It's a blue Malibu. Maliblue!). Rapunzel follows Mom in the Astro. With me in it. Did I mention she just got her driver's license on Thursday, and this will be her first time driving solo? *stifles a shriek* I'm scared. This should be interesting.
A good thing about this is: Mom and Dad have to make a final walk through the house at 8:30. Since I'll be coming along, I have a better chance of presenting my case and receiving the room I want. The house has five bedrooms. It has already been decided that Rapunzel gets the downstairs one. Of the four upstairs, I get one, Mom and Dad get one, the boys share one, and the fourth is the schoolroom. I want the one on the southeast corner of the house. It's the front left room if you're facing it from the road. They want me to have the southwest room, on the back of the house. It's the smallest bedroom. I think it's big enough for the schoolroom, but M&D don't. I hope it is bigger than they thought it was, because I don't want a really long, skinny, small room.
Bored. I should get off now, but there's nothing to do. The others are watching some boring show about guns (sorry, anyone who likes boring shows about guns), and I'm tired of sitting and reading.
I'll post again as soon as possible, and who know when that'll be. Forgive me, Judi, if it takes more than five days. At least I have an excuse!
~Kiwifruit