Today's task was to clear out Maribeth's stuff from the storage unit and move it to Molly's attic. It wasn't an activity of choice for anyone, but was reluctantly agreed to (or coerced into). I rented the U-Haul truck and met Mari at Thompson Lane Storage. We got everything loaded on the truck and moved on to Molly's, which was where the fun began.
First there was the dilemma of moving all the boxes into Molly's bedroom so that the attic stairs (think rickety) could be lowered (think OLD house). Then there was the effort needed to hoist the boxes of books and other sundry items up to the attic (the more superior Molly method of moving was discovered a little over halfway into the job). Mari was up in the dusty, grungy attic, moving stuff around and delving into boxes she hadn't seen in probably over a year.
Once the attic was filled, then we had to move the two love seats off the truck and into an already full bedroom. All this was done while trying to keep Opie the dog from running out the door and down the street. Finally after an hour or so and two bottles of water, we were done in time to return the truck and go on a wild goose chase for Propel lemon water and Starbucks.
Yes, it was a tedious, physical task, but it was made tolerable because we did it together. We laughed and joked and made a memory. What better way to to something tiresome, than to do it together and create a family story to tell again and again.
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