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Movement
Spent the day staying up way too late this morning, getting too little sleep
and then helping my friends Paul and Lorie move from their two story townhome
to a second story appartment all day, then staying up way too late hanging
out with other friends.
I arrived at Paul and Lorie's a bit past 10 am. I was running a bit late, but
then again, I don't understand how anyone can function before noon on a daily
basis.
Jeff and Sarah were already there, helping Paul and Lorie load the truck with
boxes. When I arrived, the loading of furniture commensed, along with the
majority of remaining boxes.
Getting the furniture downstairs was fun—having to navigate turn halfway down
made it all the more fun. Paul wasn't sure what to do with the large
entertainment center in the living room—it was huge and there was concern
about moving it into the new apartment (remember, it's on the second floor).
After a small attempt to move it and have one section separate from another
(think of three shelve units bolted together and you get an idea of what this
thing was like) I suggested that the unit be taken apart—just remove the top
and the sides would just pop off.
No tools, so Jeff and I went to Jeff's house to pick up his tool box. Came
back and spent maybe half an hour taking the thing apart. Had to remove the
back (well, part of the back) as well as the top but it made it more
manageable, but the truck by that point was nearly full so it was left behind
(along with some other bulky furniture) for a second trip.
At the new place, the stairs leading to the second floor of the apartment
went up half a flight, landing, then continued up the other direction to a
walkway, where it was several hundred feet to the apartment door (around
three turns no less—large apartment building). Kurt had arrived by this time
so an assembly line formed—Jeff in the truck bringing boxes to the loading
door, Paul carrying the boxes and lifting them to me, standing on the lower
stair landing where I would walk up two or three steps and toss them on the
second floor landing, where Kurt, Sarah and Lorie would then pick the a box
(or two) up and carry it (or cart it) to the apartment.
After the boxes, any long item would be handed directly up to someone leaning
over the second floor railing who would catch and bring it up over the
railing and place it for someone to come by and cart it off to the apartment.
Lunch. Then the second trip, much like the first. Then dinner.
By that time everyone was exhausted.
So of course I hung out with Mark [1] and Jeff (a different Jeff) that night.
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