Well, it's a start.
Saturday I had planned on doing part one of The Big Shift. This involved returning a lot of boxes that I had been holding for otterhill and the_geoffrey on my third floor, freeing that space for me to move my costumes and fabric up there.
Problem #1: I let the Weeble organize it. Not as good at it as he could have been.
Problem #2: Everyone at the receiving house had come down with some form of Martian Death Flu. Therefore, they could be of no assistance.
Problem #3: The 3 of us that were there to work all have knee issues. Third floor to first floor, then into a truck, then out of a truck, then . . .
Problem #4: The receivers had hoped that the boxes would be taken to their third floor. Ummm . . . no; none of us have that much oomph in us.
We got about 1/3rd of the stuff over there. I feel a bit guilty because I wasn't doing most of the heavy lifting, but hey - that's why I asked for help in the first place. Trying to move all that by myself would take a long time; I can only do a bit at a time.
When people are tired, achy, or sick, they can say some unfortunate things - and I'm sorry to say some of that happened. Some of the people uttering the vileness may not even recall doing so. Suffice it to say that some of us are irritated for various reasons.
I have, however, possibly made a connection that will allow me access to manual labor of a younger, more robust, stock. I need only pay them a token amount and keep them supplied with pizza and soda. That I can easily do.
The Weeble had planned on coming over on this extra day off and continuing the process himself. That didn't happen; he was doing a lot of nose-blowing Saturday, and it had apparently progressed to "down for the count". So much for that.
I really want to get stuff done on the house this year. I am happy to help others do likewise with their houses; I have a lot of things I want to do, but I don't want to hog all the potential helpers/resources. Don't give me talk but no action, though.
Problem #1: I let the Weeble organize it. Not as good at it as he could have been.
Problem #2: Everyone at the receiving house had come down with some form of Martian Death Flu. Therefore, they could be of no assistance.
Problem #3: The 3 of us that were there to work all have knee issues. Third floor to first floor, then into a truck, then out of a truck, then . . .
Problem #4: The receivers had hoped that the boxes would be taken to their third floor. Ummm . . . no; none of us have that much oomph in us.
We got about 1/3rd of the stuff over there. I feel a bit guilty because I wasn't doing most of the heavy lifting, but hey - that's why I asked for help in the first place. Trying to move all that by myself would take a long time; I can only do a bit at a time.
When people are tired, achy, or sick, they can say some unfortunate things - and I'm sorry to say some of that happened. Some of the people uttering the vileness may not even recall doing so. Suffice it to say that some of us are irritated for various reasons.
I have, however, possibly made a connection that will allow me access to manual labor of a younger, more robust, stock. I need only pay them a token amount and keep them supplied with pizza and soda. That I can easily do.
The Weeble had planned on coming over on this extra day off and continuing the process himself. That didn't happen; he was doing a lot of nose-blowing Saturday, and it had apparently progressed to "down for the count". So much for that.
I really want to get stuff done on the house this year. I am happy to help others do likewise with their houses; I have a lot of things I want to do, but I don't want to hog all the potential helpers/resources. Don't give me talk but no action, though.