The mis-relocation of our stuff

If a goal of moving is to downsize, we achieved that...however inadvertently. We decided to rent space on a big moving truck so that we wouldn't have to worry about gas and towing our car and all sorts of perfectly logical reasons. We got a great rainy day for the load and stacked boxes at least eight high in the really tall truck. Twine, twine, everywhere there was twine. For the Chicago unload, we had 2 hours. Thanks to our friend Jim, we got it done in time. Of course we saved time in the unload because we didn't have to carry our broken furniture to the apartment. I'd say a good quarter of the boxes jingled with the sound of broken glass. And you'd think plastic boxes would hold up better than cardboard. Really not the case. I believe there was a stack of four collapsed into each other.

Some of the things that broke in the move:
Tv stand/cabinet thing
expensive wedding gift I don't even want to mention
2 red wine glasses
2 brandy snifters
1 large white plate
1 brown bowl
2 juice glasses
1 large water glass
1 brown loaf pan
1 brown mug
a host of plastic boxes

And then all of our other stuff is just scratched, cracked, our dented. It's for the best. Puts things into perspective. Our stuff is just stuff. And some of our stuff is in the landfill now.

The story of our luv seats.

So I had this great idea. On our way to the hardware store, we discovered a thrift store. Finally, the answer to our couch dilemma. We needed something cheap, and something that would fill up our bigger than before living space. Ikea had failed us. We found two tweed-like plaid winged back luv seats. The price was right, and I convinced Kenny that delivery would not be a problem because of course I could help him carry them the few blocks to our house. We even did a test lift in the store. Super confident, really.

About 2 blocks later, Kenny's knees were giving out because I kept making us set the sofa down so my arms could rest. Then Kenny had an idea. So. I went to the get the car. We put the two legs I had been carrying in the trunk of the car, and Kenny walked behind carrying his end.

Hehehe.

I drove at about 1 mile per hour. We had to park and both carry it across the one busy street on the way to our house. There were two men sitting outside the fire station who laughed at us. They asked when we were switching. One man ran from his family and asked if he could help. Eventually, we got to our house and carried it up two flights of stairs. Then we returned and started the process again.

I just asked Kenny how long he thought the trip was. He guessed .6 miles.

He was close in that it was half that.

Jack, who had until this point been pretty bitter with us (not so much because we took him from his park and all his friends and made him sit in a car for 12 hours--but mostly because he only had an air mattress to sit on at this new place) began his path to forgiving us when we showed up.

For more pictures of our new home, go here.