Ack. I hurt.

[avanta7]

Spouse worked me hard today.

We moved small pieces of furniture, books, knick-knacks, and large framed pictures, plus other assorted and sundry household items, to the garage in preparation for the yard sale on the 31st. Spouse has set out his stock from the half.com bookstore (currently on hiatus) for inventory reduction. We have more furniture, including a couple of file cabinets and computer desks, yet to set out. That will be done later in the week; otherwise we'd have nothing to sit on in the living room.

As you may have guessed, my car is in the driveway rather than in the garage.

Just this simple shifting of relatively light stuff has caused my back and hips to hurt like the dickens. I'm avoiding taking any of the hard-core meds for the next little while, though: I have The Sound of Music courtesy of Blockbuster Online and am determined to actually watch the dang movie from beginning to end for the first time in my life. (Whenever it's been on television, I fall asleep somewhere around the Captain singing "Edelweiss" and don't wake up until the wedding? The escape from the theater? The credits? I can't remember....I'm always too groggy as I stumble off to bed. Suffice to say, there's a good 90+ minutes of this three-hour classic I've never seen.)

The living room once occupied by spouse's bookshelves is now stacked and piled and consumed by cardboard box after empty cardboard box. They intimidate me with their yawning maws and gaping cavities, reminding me of the onerous and dreaded task that awaits me.

Packing. *shudder*

I hate moving, especially these days, because if it weighs more than 15 lbs, I'm worthless. Well, that's not true. I can still lift and carry as much as I ever did. The trouble is, I pay for it later. In spades. With excruciating pain. I'm still not accustomed to having physical limitations like this. It's frustrating and humiliating to be such a weakling. Thank heavens rendiru has graciously offered to sacrifice her spouse and son to the U-Haul god on moving day.

I drove out to the new house yesterday and peeked through the windows. The blinds aren't up yet, but the carpet is installed, the screens are on the windows, and the outside lights are wired and set. The back yard is supposed to be landscaped before the 7th. We'll see. Supposedly we get the key on the 5th or 6th. Preferably the 5th, because our new furniture will be delivered on the 6th. There's still so much to do: arrange for utilities, phone and cable service transfers, put in a mail-forwarding order at the post office, not to mention the dreaded P word.

However, I have scheduled time off work from March 30th through April 15th. Spouse and I can do this. And afterward? We aren't moving again. (Unless, of course, one of us gets transferred, in which case, the moving hassle is on the company dime. And back. And shoulders.)

Comments

[whytraven.livejournal.com]

I think Edelweiss is the most boring song in the universe. No wonder you fall asleep.

[alrescate.livejournal.com]

Don't try to carry too much...remember to take care of yourself please.

[markgharris.livejournal.com]

Moving is more of a mental upheaval to me. Can't relax with all my stuff in transit. Go a little nuts!

I've never been able to watch The Sound of Music all the way, either. Someday, though.

[drutt.livejournal.com]

Oh best of luck with the move. We're moving house a week tomorrow, and we've both got next week off work. Bad news is we've barely started packing and I've promised that we'll go up north (300 miles) to see my friend's baby again this weekend.