When we moved into the house, I was pretty sure that our moving days were over, at least for several years.
What I forgot to take into account is the fact that my mom was still living in an apartment and actively looking for a house. And that when she finally found one, she would need help getting moved in. Namely from us.
That explains how I ended up dragging myself out of bed early Saturday morning, fervently hoping that we could get everything done before Rainpocalypse 2010 descended on the area. It totally did not happen. In fact, before Saturday was over, we survived flash flood conditions, got soaked about five or six times and still managed to move all of my mom’s stuff in relative dryness.
Downside? I got hit in the face with the business end of a bungee cord while we were loading things up into the moving truck (which was massive, although not quite massive enough) and pinched a nerve in my shoulder trying to move something with my brother’s girlfriend that we really shouldn’t have been trying to move. It tickled, to say the least. Also, numerous people seriously entertained the idea of throttling my uncle, myself included, although none of us acted on it. Thus, he survives to whinge another day.
By the time all was said and done, though, we had my mom in a house of her own, out of the ghetto that her apartment complex had become. The house is lovely (a little bit bigger than ours, actually), in a safe neighborhood and it’s hers. I’m really pleased that she was able to find something at last.
In other news, I’m trying out this new WordPress format, Twenty ten. I’m not sure I really like it, as it has screwed up my font and font size. I can’t figure out how to fix it. I think I’m going to have to learn CSS or else ditch WordPress altogether for something more user-friendly and customizable. It’s annoying me. Bleh.