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Thursday, September 30, 2004
Miller’s are moving - Part2
10 hours drive to Trinidad - including my crash course on how to drive a stick car in road construction and 5-o’clock rush hour riddled Wichita next to Bear’s stressfull hours of driving in the middle of the night through Commanche’s grassland full with deer, grasing as close as ON the highway - we did it all and survived it all.
Next morning, 6:45 AM a phone call : The truck has arrived. Uhm, thank you, we will come around after an additional 2 hour sleep, please. Finally at 10 AM we tackle the overwhelming task. Unloading in 1 day what took 3 days and many more people to load. We are lucky that George (Bear’s dad) and Ray (the truck driver) both help - help A LOT.
Unfortunately we can’t drive the truck to the back of the house (too tight). So it means to unload onto the small truck, drive that around to the back, unload, back to big truck and begin over. To get the washer and dryer down into the basement, David has to take parts of the stairway apart. The big couch just doesn’t make it into the house, we are considering of breaking the glass of a big window but then decide to sell it. The Miller’s realize that they will have to sell a lot - there is so much stuff, it just doesn’t fit all into their new (and smaller) hourse.
It’s chaotic beyond nightmares. After getting a lot of the stuff to the back of the house and into their new 2 car overhang-garage, the “walking the stairst” part starts. And the truck unloads only slowly after the first few yards went smooth and relatively quick. Originally we had planned on renting some help for a few hours, but now the guys think we can save the money - what everybody greatly regrets when we after many hours reach 12 feet. The remains are all boxes and by now nobody walks easily any longer. Even strong boy Bear is beginning to show a limp and have pains in his right knee from walking so many stairs. I’m pretty much in tears from all the pain and exhaustion.
At 6 PM we finally accept the fact that we can’t get all into the house today. And Ray needs to get back onto the road again. So we unpack the remains and stack all in the yard. After a very well deserved pizza break, 2 of the men run out to Walmart and get a big drop-cloth while we under strain empty the left side of the yard and push together the chaos on the right hand. Yep - we leave it all outside for the night. At this point the Miller’s even say, please, if you want something, come and get it, at least we don’t have to move it then - but they have a cop as neighbor, so I don’t think this will happen.
8 PM the ordeal for this day is over. Bear and I go into Walmart to buy super cheap bathing suits and then we go to the motel of George and sink into the hottub there (whirlpool?). Did I say sink? I had to lower my body so slowly, that even slowmotion movies would seem fast. Every single muscle, sinew and gram of fat hurt. The heat of the water eased the pains to the point that I could almost smoothly slide into bed.
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