The Battle of the Condemned Apartment
“I just need something to end before something else begins,” my wife told me yesterday afternoon. The sudden need to move from our condemned apartment building had placed unneeded stress on our lives and the thought of how to get everything out of there while as many as 12 other families moved out was more than frustrating. Already Sunday and Monday had been major packing days. Our parents came out Sunday, along with Lisa and Scott to help back things away to get the majority of delicate wares to Beth’s parent’s house where we are now camping out with her pissy puppy. Pissy is a literal term for the territorial behavior our little boy has decided to adopt.
She arrived to the house first, alone and rather depressed until Lisa arrived with Scott and Will. When shortly thereafter Katie arrived with her Honda Box (I say with utmost respect and love) this powerhouse quintet immediately shoved it to the brim with boxes of our various crap. Soon my mother had arrived with a four-wheeled dolly and sister in tow and began to help. Having seen the Bat sign, Beth’s unrelated sister arrived with husband SUV and Truck. I arrived not long after with the wrong batteries to find most of our apartment tucked into four overly large vehicles. We semi-caravaned to a warehouse where we proceeded to back the furniture into a golfing-next-enclosure-thing Not 30 minutes later we were back on the road, and I returned with a stolen SUV and the right batteries. Everything else was bagged and ready and by 8:00 (with the help of the Maria who appeared out of nowhere not wearing the shoes I thought she was wearing then but had been earlier) we were ready to take everything else away.
Beth’s father’s car’s keys though, were not to be found. My mother, insistently declared she had placed them back into my pocket and that I had lost them and needed to find them. After much searching and searching (including in a dumpster), Scott finally leaves Maria’s car, whereupon I demand everyone check their pockets (last ditch efforts are often this futile) only to have Scott pull the keys from his pocket. My own mother doesn’t know who I am and poor Scott has no nerves in his legs.
Soon everything was in the warehouse, and without much trouble, we had our entire life packed into an 18 X 10 feet space. We were done. Finished. We had dinner and continued to thank everyone and are still thanking everyone (like right now. Thank you!!).
She arrived to the house first, alone and rather depressed until Lisa arrived with Scott and Will. When shortly thereafter Katie arrived with her Honda Box (I say with utmost respect and love) this powerhouse quintet immediately shoved it to the brim with boxes of our various crap. Soon my mother had arrived with a four-wheeled dolly and sister in tow and began to help. Having seen the Bat sign, Beth’s unrelated sister arrived with husband SUV and Truck. I arrived not long after with the wrong batteries to find most of our apartment tucked into four overly large vehicles. We semi-caravaned to a warehouse where we proceeded to back the furniture into a golfing-next-enclosure-thing Not 30 minutes later we were back on the road, and I returned with a stolen SUV and the right batteries. Everything else was bagged and ready and by 8:00 (with the help of the Maria who appeared out of nowhere not wearing the shoes I thought she was wearing then but had been earlier) we were ready to take everything else away.
Beth’s father’s car’s keys though, were not to be found. My mother, insistently declared she had placed them back into my pocket and that I had lost them and needed to find them. After much searching and searching (including in a dumpster), Scott finally leaves Maria’s car, whereupon I demand everyone check their pockets (last ditch efforts are often this futile) only to have Scott pull the keys from his pocket. My own mother doesn’t know who I am and poor Scott has no nerves in his legs.
Soon everything was in the warehouse, and without much trouble, we had our entire life packed into an 18 X 10 feet space. We were done. Finished. We had dinner and continued to thank everyone and are still thanking everyone (like right now. Thank you!!).