The moving company
Years ago, when we were the only family with our last name in the phone book, we used to get calls for "Lastname and Sons Movers." My dad would explain, I only have a daughter. Eventually they must've shown up in the phone book, or people realized they were calling a house, or they went out of business, but the calls stopped. Or perhaps we got Caller ID and simply stopped answering the phone.
This just popped into my head because my dad and I got our move on. We have cleared the family room of virtually everything save for a couple tall lamps and the entertainment center. Mom implored dad not to move it because it's large and heavy. He checked into possibly taking it apart to move it, and he realized that wasn't going to be possible. Other than that, we moved the couch--it's a sofabed, so even more fun--the large coffee table, and most importantly, the TV. He had to thread a cable from the dining room into the basement, which was not as easy as it sounds. I got to be the person in the dining room adjusting the length of the cable ("Pull it...just a little...hold!" For like an hour, though we stopped for lunch at one point). Dad is joking that we're like Ma and Pa Kettle, living crammed into one room. It's actually two, since the living and dining rooms are open to each other, but we still have the kitchen and eating area to clean out, too.
That sofa was the scary part, just because it was so heavy. My dad's of strong stock, but he is 67. It's not like he's a spring chicken. At this point, he's not really a summer chicken, either. He said he was fine, and he didn't appear that he hurt himself, but he was breathing pretty heavily after that. Good thing he could then rest on it. The couch is on the edge of the living room, facing into the dining room, as the TV was put on the dining room table. He had to route the cable up over the doorway to the kitchen, which keeps freaking us out because it's this thick black cable over much lighter walls. However, we're glad he took Papa's stash of Command hooks, because they've come in handy.
He's also taken this old roll of canvas paper he'd gotten through his job years ago, and he's put it up over the sidelights. Since he sleeps on the couch, he doesn't want people watching him. This is aside from the fact that there's no way to see him from the street--especially given all the other crap that got moved into the living room this week--and these days, it's not like people are coming up to the front door. You would have to be on the front porch and specifically looking into the living room to see him, and all you'd see is the back of his head. It's just weird for me because we have never, in all our years living here, covered them up. I like looking outside. I like seeing the wildlife outside the front door. You can't even get to the living room windows right now, so that's not an option. Bleah.
On the plus side, it was sunny this afternoon, so I opened the blinds in the family room to see how that would look; it was super bright in there. Nice. It'll still be a little time before we get to painting, but believe me, the hard part is done. It also makes me wonder if we should go minimal when we put it back together, heh. Our next task is also kind of monumental--clearing out the kitchen so we can take down the wallpaper. Oy. That's our fun Thursday.
This just popped into my head because my dad and I got our move on. We have cleared the family room of virtually everything save for a couple tall lamps and the entertainment center. Mom implored dad not to move it because it's large and heavy. He checked into possibly taking it apart to move it, and he realized that wasn't going to be possible. Other than that, we moved the couch--it's a sofabed, so even more fun--the large coffee table, and most importantly, the TV. He had to thread a cable from the dining room into the basement, which was not as easy as it sounds. I got to be the person in the dining room adjusting the length of the cable ("Pull it...just a little...hold!" For like an hour, though we stopped for lunch at one point). Dad is joking that we're like Ma and Pa Kettle, living crammed into one room. It's actually two, since the living and dining rooms are open to each other, but we still have the kitchen and eating area to clean out, too.
That sofa was the scary part, just because it was so heavy. My dad's of strong stock, but he is 67. It's not like he's a spring chicken. At this point, he's not really a summer chicken, either. He said he was fine, and he didn't appear that he hurt himself, but he was breathing pretty heavily after that. Good thing he could then rest on it. The couch is on the edge of the living room, facing into the dining room, as the TV was put on the dining room table. He had to route the cable up over the doorway to the kitchen, which keeps freaking us out because it's this thick black cable over much lighter walls. However, we're glad he took Papa's stash of Command hooks, because they've come in handy.
He's also taken this old roll of canvas paper he'd gotten through his job years ago, and he's put it up over the sidelights. Since he sleeps on the couch, he doesn't want people watching him. This is aside from the fact that there's no way to see him from the street--especially given all the other crap that got moved into the living room this week--and these days, it's not like people are coming up to the front door. You would have to be on the front porch and specifically looking into the living room to see him, and all you'd see is the back of his head. It's just weird for me because we have never, in all our years living here, covered them up. I like looking outside. I like seeing the wildlife outside the front door. You can't even get to the living room windows right now, so that's not an option. Bleah.
On the plus side, it was sunny this afternoon, so I opened the blinds in the family room to see how that would look; it was super bright in there. Nice. It'll still be a little time before we get to painting, but believe me, the hard part is done. It also makes me wonder if we should go minimal when we put it back together, heh. Our next task is also kind of monumental--clearing out the kitchen so we can take down the wallpaper. Oy. That's our fun Thursday.