This weekend we did more moving of Michael's things and Christian came to stay. Christian arrived Saturday night along with 6 giant plants and 3 large gallon containers or different "kinds" of water. She is doing a science experiment to determine which plants will survive longer. She is feeding them with either: tap water, tap water with salt or ocean water. I am pleased to say her hypothesis is turning out correct...the salty water plants aren't looking so hot.
On Sunday, we borrowed a truck and went to Michael's old place to pick up his washer, dryer and couch. Although I have a washer and dryer, mine came with the house when I purchased it and are somewhat temperamental. Michael has a front load washer and dryer (Hell yea!!). My dad loaned us a dolly and some straps to make moving a little easier. Our anxiety increased as we realized we would have to lift both the washer and dryer into the back of the truck...which is really high. To our amazement, the washer and dryer were a cinch to move. With the help of blankets, they were relatively easy to get into the truck and into my house. The dolly certainly helped too. We anticipated those to be the toughest pieces to move...boy were we wrong. We got the couch out of his place with relative ease. We knew we would go into the back door at my house with the couch since my front door has 24 steps leading up to it. But the problem was that it is super heavy, made of suede (which doesn't help the lifting process) and large (so it must come through the door at an angle.
We finally got it onto my porch and initially, I was at the back and Michael was at the door navigating and pulling. Apparently our communication broke down at some point because Michael was assessing while I began pushing. I pushed the couch into his thumb, thumb into the wood door frame and which split his thumbnail about halfway down the bed. He was inside the house holding his bleeding thumb and running to the kitchen to put it under water while I am trapped out on the back porch by the couch. Once his thumb regained feeling, we moved the couch back out, I took the pulling/navigating role and he was the "pusher." 10 minutes later, the couch was still on the porch blocking the doorway, his thumb was still throbbing and my patience had caught the last bus to the bar down the street. I was done and wanted the couch in my house even if it required me to disassemble it and bring it in pieces.
A light went off in my head to some gardening gloves (never used as I have a 'black' thumb) that had some rubbery stuff on the palms. I figured they would help me grip the suede-like fabric. I put on my gloves, bent at the knees and told him to push. Damn if that thing didn't fly in the door! We got it in, put it in its place (even if its a temporary one) and fell onto it, exhausted. We were spent, our backs hurt and hunger had set in BIG TIME.
10 minutes later, I was in my pajamas, Michael was on a beer run and Christian and I were viewing the end of the wizard of Oz on TNT waiting for our pizza to arrive. We are now living with a washer in the living room and a dryer in the kitchen and honestly, I cannot guarantee that they will be hooked up before Christmas.
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