So much for that second truck. After two break-downs and other bureaucracy crud, my friend cancelled that second Uhaul and we made do with the one Uhaul along with trailers hitched to trucks. The "Great Uhaul Saga" is actually quite the tale, but it is not mine to tell.
Trouble was, without that second large truck, we had to make 60+ mile round trip a couple times. Throw in loading and unloading time, as well as lunch and dinner, and the day was eaten away (no pun intended) rather quickly. Before we knew it, we found ourselves unloading in the country darkness (different than city darkness), and being rained upon, with lightning flashes and a porch bug-light our only sources of semi-brightness. Not exactly optimal moving conditions.
It was 11:30 before I finally got home, which was quite a bit later than planned. I think all of us that showed up were a decent help (we got 98% of the big, bulky stuff), but I fear my friend may be rounding up the little stuff for days to come. Maybe that's not so bad in some scenarios, but the new owners of my friend's house take possession on Tuesday if I understand correctly, leaving not much time to finish up. And to think that they had garage sales, donated many items, and trashed much prior to packing the remaining contents of their 2900 square-foot former-house.
I really want to move, myself, but it's weekends like this that remind me of the many horrors moving entails.
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