Tiring Saturday ... ended up moving the bed from Clemson anyway. Seems there's a slight possibilty my husband will be out of town working when the official moving day arrives. So doing this work today made sense. He took Kid#2's ceiling fan down ... possibly going to use that over my kitchen table. We'll see. Also grabbed her full-length mirror, and the last of the doo-dads she left laying around down there. All I've got to say is ... moving a queen-size mattress from a 2nd floor apartment is one of life's little punishments for being lazy most of the time. He ended up basically just doing it himself.
We spent 45 minutes sitting under an overpass on I-85 while a summer thunderstorm whirled through. Someone forgot to take a tarp.
And then of course, we had to lug the darn thing back up the stairs here. (Not to mention the lugging of the full-size mattress and box springs out to the garage for the Salvation Army to pick up next week.) Lots o' lugging, I tell you.
Thought For Today:
"You have to walk up each step to get to the top of the staircase."