THE POWER OF SCOOTING
Felt a bit better after lunch & a Starbucks chai. Tonbo came by to mow the lawn, and I excavated my desk, recording receipts and relocated other pieces of paper to their permanent or semi-permanent resting places. Then I did a little banking, setting up some direct withdrawals and paying some bills online. Have I mentioned that I love the Internet lately?
Tonbo left to do some homework for a potential new job, and I tackled the last block of furniture still in the garage. With another potential hail storm coming in, I really want Jumper1 in the garage. The plan was to dust off as much stuff as possible until Tonbo could come back tomorrow evening and move it into the house.
So much for plans. Having decided somewhere in the back of my head that 30 hours was too long to wait, I moved 2 file cabinets, 1 bed-end chest, 2 end tables, and 1 small cabinet myself.
How, you ask?
The Power of Scooting, I answer.
A towel on the linoleum and a piece of cardboard on the carpet does wonders for ease of movement of large objects. I don't have to really carry anything, I just need to be able to lift one end and push like crazy, scooting the stuff around until it's where it should be. Or at least where it's not in the garage and not too much in my way.
By 5 pm, my car was in my garage, an impossibility since mid November when this whole fix-the-house-foundation mess started.
Labels: headache, house, puddle jumper
