I really do feel bad for Vince. He has worked his butt off. The movers were totally impressed with his packing. They were probably equally impressed with my packing but failed to mention that! 🙂
They originally told Vince they would not take liquid on their truck but they would transport it on the U-Haul truck. There were a lot of jars with liquid in them – a lot. If I told you how many, you would try to have me committed and since no one would probably speak up in my defense . . I’d be committed and I don’t think I could bring knitting needles or a rotary cutter with me so let’s not let that happen.
When they saw how well Vince had boxed everything up and how neat and “tight” it all was, they put liquid on their truck too. Vince was afraid we were going to go over the weight limit before the trucks were full but they didn’t. In fact, the U-Haul was only about 3/4 full. Dang . . I should have bought more yarn! 🙂
But, Vince is so tired. He told me last night that if he sits more than about three minutes, he gets cramps in his legs and can’t get up. Then he went out to do something outside and got stung by something on his foot. I said “A scorpion? A wasp?” He said “No . . I think it was an ant?” I’m not saying anything because I know ants do hurt but I think he was just overly tired.
He told me he was taking a Benadryl “just in case it was something worse than an ant” and going to bed. I laughed because if I take a Benadryl, I sleep for weeks.
I wonder if there’s any Benadryl here I can take tonight! No. I wouldn’t. About the only thing I can take when I have total responsibility for the dog or anything/anyone is a Bayer aspirin. Meds totally knock me out. Remember when I took a Melatonin on Vince’s advice and slept for three days?
I do hope he can get some rest today. Not only has he done way too much work but he’s done such a great job. There could have been 10 people packing the way I packed and we wouldn’t have gotten done nearly as much as Vince did.
Here’s a funny story. He told me last night that since there was room on the truck, he put on a “blow up hot tub” we had bought several years ago. WHAT? A blow up hot tub? I do not remember that and I’m sure it’s one of his bargain finds and he forgot to mention it. He said “We can put it on the back patio.” NO! Not happening. We have at least three houses that can see what goes on out there – not that any of them would want to see. There isn’t enough wine in all of Missouri to make me get in a blow up hot tub on our back patio. Vince said “If we don’t use it, we’ll sell it.” I’m not holding my breath on that either.
There are some things we could/would have done out in the woods of Texas that aren’t ever going to happen where we live now. I hope I can convince Vince of that. I laugh out loud thinking of the neighbors looking out and saying “Are those old people in a blow up hot tub back there?” One of the neighbors already told Vince “We thought someone younger would buy that house. When we saw you, we thought you were the parents (of the new owner).” Great .. Except for the old guy with the chestnut orchard, we are the oldest people I’ve seen around here. That’s ok . . they’re all going to be old some day too!