We have put so much stuff into this pod, guys. So much.
It’s 93 out. Sis put the air on last night, and this morning when it was 60 was like, you know, this seems silly, but I know what’s in the forecast, and sure enough, at noon we were like… whew it is hot out here. Good thing the air’s on.
We have put so much stuff in this pod, y’all. Lots of high-level heavy-stuff Tetris. My sister has this exquisite collection of furniture, collected painstakingly over the two decades of her adult life (she’s 18 months older than me so this year she’ll turn 40) (shit I just realized that, we have to have a party don’t we) and every fucking piece is really fucking heavy.
She’s moved a billion times, but she joined the Army when she was a freshman in college, so they’ve done most of the moving every time. I think this is her first big move not at the Army’s behest (and therefore on their dime). It was interesting, though– some things, she’s like, “I got that overseas, I got that overseas, I’m saving that because it’s from Iraq,” there was a leather plaque with Saddam Hussein’s face on it that she’d gotten over there, “oh those are all the letters Mom wrote on the typewriter or printed off the computer to mail me when I was first deployed” because email wasn’t reliable yet in 1999 when she first went overseas).
Yesterday she said “I’m trying not to work you so hard I make you cry again” and Dude was like when have you made B cry and I was like “Spain 1998, we don’t speak of it” and he was like “you do so speak of it, you’ve complained about it before, I just didn’t think you’d throwback so far in your references”
Dude has been a champ, btw, which I knew, he’s quite good at moving, we just haven’t done it together in like, Christ, 12 years.
One huge heavy Rubbermaid tote was unlabeled, and she said to me with the Sharpie, “oh, that’s Army plaques”, and I said “plaques?” and she was like “well whenever you leave a place they give you a commemorative plaque” and I was like “that must play hell with your home decor” and she said “no that’s what your office is for”.
We cannot find the New York State flag our father brought to Vietnam and back and gave to her and that she brought to Iraq and back (twice) and she is very distraught about this, but we’re sure it must be somewhere.
We’ve Tetrised the fuck out of this Pod though. I’m not sure I can convey how much. I might do one of those multi-photo Instagram posts later, rather than post an uninformative photo now. We’ll see.
I don’t know how people are expected to move house if they don’t have families willing to come help them do it. All y’all who do this alone and don’t have a million extremely practical sisters, I salute you.
