Wednesday, July 03, 2013
It seems that July 2 is famous to me to be moving days. A year ago I was home in Detroit doing the final clean out of things. Yesterday me and my guy left early in the wee hours of the morning, drove to STL, picked up a truck, went to my storage and packed it up in the truck and drove back to my house, unloaded on one side of my garage and dropped the truck off and we were eating a sandwich (He wanted Subway for dinner) by 4:00 in the afternoon.
Mind you these are things I had in storage for four years from my move from STL to KC. These are things I had in my house that I didn't bring with me. I now have my bicycle up here that needs some TLC, my treadmill, my bowflex, some books and tons of odds and ends. I am going to start going through because I know some things can be donated and the truck will be in my neighborhood next week.
Bringing these things finally to my house has been a labor of love. It has been four years since the passing of my Mom and I had to pack all this stuff up on the fly and move. I stored it with the hope of going down to get these things later. Well that later is now, four years to be exact. I could not accomplish this without help from my Louie. He loaded the truck, drove it back like He stole it, unloaded the truck here and returned it to drop off point. I was going to take him out to dinner and all he was in the mood for was a Subway sandwich.
He was tired, this being his only day off and I was sore and achy from driving. Thankfully my vertigo did not make an appearance and my doctor called in my medication for my arthritis. I thank God for our safe journey!