Kindness of Strangers

If I ever bitched about the Chicago-Athens via VA move last year, I really should have saved that up for this year.

Right now, I am surrounded by crap to be donated, crap to be packed, and just crap. This week, I have been focused on moving large objects, spending tonight moving the small stuff. It's kinda tricky because I still have to live, so I don't want to pack everything. But at the same time, I don't want to have to pack up again. And with all of my stuff in so many different places it's hard to really organize. The spool is at Smokin' Fairy's; me and half of my Athens stuff will be in Lil Sis' apartment for a couple of weeks. Plus all of the stuff in various basements and attics in Virginia. I won't get a chance to have all of my stuff in one place until September, when I have to re-organize in terms of storage vs what can fit in the Civic to go to California.

Today, I was saved by the kindness of strangers. When all of my friends who I know well enough to ask moving favors from bailed, I was starting to panic about getting the big furniture out. The futon isn't even heavy, but it does require something bigger than a Civic and a second set of hands to get it out of the apartment. Fortunately, the new secretary I am training volunteered her husband and her husband's truck. It took about 5 minutes to load the futon and the spool. I'm not sure what I would have done otherwise. Tomorrow, ReUse is picking up the bed and other junk.

OK. Back to my trash TV as I pack the freshly-washed dishes.