19 May 2009

My dogs are tired

Long day yesterday. Drove up to Austin and back to help the offspring perform a tactical withdrawal from his encampment. 6 (or was it 7) trips up and down the elevator (did I mention he lives on the 14th floor?) with boxes, clothes, rug, chair, bike, etc. to load up the landbarge. Back in my yut, I moved myself into and out of the dorm and was able to fit an entire year's supplies and gear (including a dorm refrigerator) into my 1969 Plymouth Fury III. I have a gift of being able to pack a lot of crap into every available square inch of a vehicle (it looks like something out of the Grapes of Wrath). Anyway, since junior is finishing up his year as dorm RA, he has to stay until Wednesday when they close down the dorms for the year. He kept the essentials to live off of (computer, xbox, electric guitar). I made it home around 2000 hours (8:00 pm) to unload the truck. The breezeway is full of his crap. Let the summer games begin.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello! :)

meleah rebeccah said...

You SHOULD be tired after all of that work! Moving anything is a nightmare!

Chief Rock Chef said...

Also I think we just owned less stuff when we were younger, don't you think? I dread to think of helping my kids to move!

terri said...

I'm sure Junior is thankful that you made his departure that much easier. Thankfully there was an elevator. Can you imagine taking the steps all that way?