Moving Day

I hate moving more than cancer, not that I would actually know what cancer is like. But I like to say that if I could choose between manually moving stuff from one place to another or a day of chemotherapy (without the lasting effects), I might pick the chemo. At least once. Moving is just so damn tedious I can't stand it. It doesn't matter how much stuff there is to move, either. Rose doesn't have much stuff, but I do. And now we have duplicates of many things. And space is very tight now.

Rose's brother and father drove in with her daughter's bed in tow. This was important for Rose in that her daughter would finally be able to sleep in a bed of her own in a room of her own whenever they were together. Very important. After the crisis of the spring before last, the girl lost much of what she had, and now she can have some of it back.

Eventually we loaded everything up into the rickety wagon and drove here. My asthma and bronchitis kicked in, naturally, but in the end we were able to get everything up. Only one trip from her place to mine. The couch was an adventure, though. The couch where the bed was to go in an enormous beast of a thing, and Rose's father had to take off two doors to get it out of my apartment. It's so huge that the Salvation Army wouldn't pick it up. It is still sitting on my back balcony.

Rose's parents, particularly her father, do not really like buying new things. When they buy something, it should last forever. Thirty years isn't forever, which means that they haven't got their money's worth. Her parent's bed is older than she is. It sags in odd places. It even looks awful. It's so bad that her mom hasn't had a good night's sleep in more than fifteen years, but yet they would not replace the bed. Since Rose was suddenly about to have an extra queen-size bed, she decided to give it to her parents. But then, the ingrates weren't sure if they were going to use the damn thing, and they weren't even grateful that they received a new bed for free from their daughter who could use some extra cash and could have sold the thing! Weirdos. They don't know how good they have it sometimes, having her as a daughter. Rose put her foot down and said that there would be hell to pay if the bed weren't set up the next time she was visiting.

As for me, life hasn't really changed much, which is how I like it. She was here all the time anyway, so now we can save some cash. Things still aren't properly put away and we have duplicates of things. But we are only living here temporarily until we find a bigger and better place to live in the spring. Wish us luck.