I must have been smoking crack if I thought it was going to be that easy. I mentioned that I was waiting for 4 pallets equaling 2562 pounds. Unfortunately, I did not employ the proper intellectual effort to consider each pallet would be over 500 pounds. Indeed the deliveryman arrived and deposited boxes that were about 8 feet (three of them were too tall for the garage) by 6 feet. I spent the remainder of Wednesday with cordless drill unscrewing boxes that are bigger than some New York City Apartments bringing down to stairs whatever I could carry which turned out to be very little—one pallet.
I had hired movers yet, being Dutch, as a general rule I try to save money whenever possible which means as paying for as little time as possible.
Thursday, I receive a call from Two Men and a Truck stating the movers would arrive in 15 minutes. At 1:15, almost forty-five minutes later, I get a call that the movers are lost. When I called earlier in the week to schedule, they inquired, “Are you near Seminal.” “Uh, no. Off Sternberg.” Turns out those were wasted words, as the movers were sent to Fairview Street in Norton Shores, not Fairview Court in Fruitport. An hour after the original heads up, Papa and Junior arrive.
Things are clipping along until the final pallet containing the couch. After much struggle the Expert and Novice maneuver the couch down the stairs when fifteen minutes later the Mini Mover called me downstairs. They cannot get the couch in the storage room as I had instructed. After consulting with my dad--and him calling my mom at work--I reluctantly resolve the couch must go in my room. After said directive the movers get it stuck in two doors.
Thwarted and flummoxed, I don’t see a way to have the couch and a full or queen size bed in the room as well. As cool as I am about living in my parent’s house I do not want to sleep in a twin bed at age 36. I might as well get a bed-in-a-bag marketed towards college bound students.
Disappointed to not be replacing the white and taupe quilt with my plumb down comforter. I unpacked on Friday resigned that the multiple pillows would remain on the storage side of the basement.
Did I mention that I am a not only an adult but a bed hog hence a twin bed will not work? Moreover, let me remind you I am cheap thus not wanting to by a bed that would excite a potty trained three year old.
Still uncertain what route to take, the whole operation was further complicated by the fact that yesterday, feeling like an ass inflamed with hemorrhoids, I went to the doctor to find out I had Strep, Bronchitis, and a sinus infection. I wanted to lie in my bed and moan all day and alas, the couch is not the same. Further, strung out on cough syrup with codeine last night I forgot where I was and almost turned over onto the floor. The hard cement floor covered with carpet.
Today, feeling about 50 percent better, I took matters into my own hands. First I laid down the frame of my full bed then compared it to the queen bed. Luckily both fit without feeling as cramped as a clown car. I then dragged the box spring in waiting for my mom to get home from work to assist me with the mattress during which time I washed my linens.
Clean sheet are usually enough to make me happy however a mattress and my comforter please me even more.
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