Break a leg or four...
I've been very busy lately with the move. There must be an easier way to do this...
I've been using muscles I forgot I had ever since my last move. The fact that I live on the second floor in a two story complex made it a bitch to get what little furniture I have up the concrete steps. I didn’t even try to bring up the dining room table. Richard (Tadashi’s fiancee) and I could hardly get it to the U-haul, and it probably wasn’t going to fit in my apartment, anyway.
The table that we - Tadashi and I - had been using for the dining room was actually the kitchen table I had jacked from my parents. It’s made of butcher’s block, which makes it very sturdy and VERY heavy. We’ve had it ever since we moved to Branchburg, and I had carved my name in it in 2 places with a thumbtack when I was 8 or so. When my parent’s moved to Clearwater, my mom said I could have it. So, one day Tadashi and I rented a U-haul and packed it in with my other furniture. We still had a couple of months on the lease in the apartments, so in the meantime, her mother (my former landlady) in all of her kindness let us stow my stuff in her
garage.
Tadashi’s mom has this freelance handyman that she hires whenever she needs a guy to do stuff. She had hired him to help move our stuff from her garage to our house. For the most part, it was fine. Almost everything got there OK...
I was doing something else - I can’t even remember what - but all I remember was seeing the table tied upside-down on top of my bed as they started to drive away, and thinking to myself If that falls on the way... It actually made it all the way to the house, which, quite frankly was surprising, but very fortunate (we would have seen it on the news if it had fallen in traffic). It was as the handyman and his son were untying it that it fell; it slid off of the bed and crashed onto the driveway, breaking all four legs off. When I arrived at the house about 10-15 minutes later, seeing the pieces - which had been moved into the garage by that time - lying on the ground, I flipped out. I remember cursing him out, although I can’t remember if I cursed him to his face. He said he’d fix it.
His idea of fixing it was to attach the legs back on with screws in the top and tiny 1 1/2” braces underneath, and gluing back in the small pieces that had split off in a way that a baby with very general motor skills could tell that it didn’t fit. I remember comparing it to Frankenstein’s monster. The legs wobbled and it was so weak it barely could support itself let alone a dinner. I could have done a better job fixing it. Tadashi’s mom then hired a professional carpenter to try to remedy the piss poor job the handyman had done. In the end, the legs are still crooked, but stable, and there is a frame of 2x4’s around the legs. At least he stained the frame so it didn’t look so bad.
For the time being, I’m using the coffee table I also nabbed from my folks as a dining table. I was pretty much doing that anyway. My first meal at my new place was breakfast from McDonald’s while I waited for the cable guy. For some reason, the splicer for the building didn’t send the signal to my box properly, so he had to run a direct line, thus cutting off the cable for everyone on the back half of my building. Hello, neighbors! Nice to meet you!
Aside from the table most of my furniture is at the apartment. There is a nightstand and a headboard that I forgot to take on the U-haul. Get that. I’ve got a headboard and a footboard, and even the posts to my four post bed, but no bed! I think that’s funny. Andy said he would help me next weekend to take this stuff to my new place. Yea, some quality time with my big brother!
I have to get back to cleaning out my room. I think everything is actually packed, but I need to pick up the trash to find out for certain. And I need to take down all my posters, and my big blanket of the Monkees that my siblings got for me one Christmas.
(--<-) <3 & :-)
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know where I’ve been. If I should come back before I return, please keep me here. - unknown
I've been using muscles I forgot I had ever since my last move. The fact that I live on the second floor in a two story complex made it a bitch to get what little furniture I have up the concrete steps. I didn’t even try to bring up the dining room table. Richard (Tadashi’s fiancee) and I could hardly get it to the U-haul, and it probably wasn’t going to fit in my apartment, anyway.
The table that we - Tadashi and I - had been using for the dining room was actually the kitchen table I had jacked from my parents. It’s made of butcher’s block, which makes it very sturdy and VERY heavy. We’ve had it ever since we moved to Branchburg, and I had carved my name in it in 2 places with a thumbtack when I was 8 or so. When my parent’s moved to Clearwater, my mom said I could have it. So, one day Tadashi and I rented a U-haul and packed it in with my other furniture. We still had a couple of months on the lease in the apartments, so in the meantime, her mother (my former landlady) in all of her kindness let us stow my stuff in her
garage.
Tadashi’s mom has this freelance handyman that she hires whenever she needs a guy to do stuff. She had hired him to help move our stuff from her garage to our house. For the most part, it was fine. Almost everything got there OK...
I was doing something else - I can’t even remember what - but all I remember was seeing the table tied upside-down on top of my bed as they started to drive away, and thinking to myself If that falls on the way... It actually made it all the way to the house, which, quite frankly was surprising, but very fortunate (we would have seen it on the news if it had fallen in traffic). It was as the handyman and his son were untying it that it fell; it slid off of the bed and crashed onto the driveway, breaking all four legs off. When I arrived at the house about 10-15 minutes later, seeing the pieces - which had been moved into the garage by that time - lying on the ground, I flipped out. I remember cursing him out, although I can’t remember if I cursed him to his face. He said he’d fix it.
His idea of fixing it was to attach the legs back on with screws in the top and tiny 1 1/2” braces underneath, and gluing back in the small pieces that had split off in a way that a baby with very general motor skills could tell that it didn’t fit. I remember comparing it to Frankenstein’s monster. The legs wobbled and it was so weak it barely could support itself let alone a dinner. I could have done a better job fixing it. Tadashi’s mom then hired a professional carpenter to try to remedy the piss poor job the handyman had done. In the end, the legs are still crooked, but stable, and there is a frame of 2x4’s around the legs. At least he stained the frame so it didn’t look so bad.
For the time being, I’m using the coffee table I also nabbed from my folks as a dining table. I was pretty much doing that anyway. My first meal at my new place was breakfast from McDonald’s while I waited for the cable guy. For some reason, the splicer for the building didn’t send the signal to my box properly, so he had to run a direct line, thus cutting off the cable for everyone on the back half of my building. Hello, neighbors! Nice to meet you!
Aside from the table most of my furniture is at the apartment. There is a nightstand and a headboard that I forgot to take on the U-haul. Get that. I’ve got a headboard and a footboard, and even the posts to my four post bed, but no bed! I think that’s funny. Andy said he would help me next weekend to take this stuff to my new place. Yea, some quality time with my big brother!
I have to get back to cleaning out my room. I think everything is actually packed, but I need to pick up the trash to find out for certain. And I need to take down all my posters, and my big blanket of the Monkees that my siblings got for me one Christmas.
(--<-) <3 & :-)
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know where I’ve been. If I should come back before I return, please keep me here. - unknown