Does Any of This Sound Crazy to You?

     Tuesday , at 4:45 pm ,I will meet Chapa’s Moving at an upholstery shop to load Daughter #2’s couch and 2 chairs that she recently had recovered.

     We will then ‘lead’ the movers to her apartment where the new upholstered pieces will be moved into her living room , after a blue couch is moved out and into the truck.

     We will then stop at the storage unit and empty it into Chapa’s truck.  After that is done, the truck will stop at my house ,and I will open the inner sanctum of craziness known as my GARAGE.

     The blue couch from the apartment and the patio furniture from storage will be unloaded at my house.  The blue couch will be moved into the little house if it fits- after moving its companion love seat out of the little house to make room for the couch.

     The patio furniture will be placed in the new area that borders the little house.

     From the garage , a sofa sleeper, a chaise, a chair and ottoman, an older television, about 8 crates from my mother’s stash in my father’s garage, a desk, and various end tables will be loaded into Chapa’s truck- unless they disappear,  running and screaming down the driveway.

     In the meantime, my husband- alias Ricky Ricardo- will be suitably distracted by various television /sports programs and will not notice a large yellow truck in the driveway that says CHAPA’s MOVING. This is my plan.  This plan never works.

     Then the moving truck will take this final load to a new storage unit .

     What is my rationale for all of this?

*  Chapa’s Moving is affordable and above all AGREEABLE.  I have discovered that asking a stranger to move something several times to see how it looks is actually quite pleasant- as opposed to asking Ricky Ricardo.

*Chapa’s Moving is less expensive than a visit to the emergency room. I can simply raise one arm and point and get a crick in my neck. The indiscretions of my youth, when I could move a piano with my left hip, are long gone.

* I am in the process of getting rid of things (really), but I liken this process to an archaeological dig.  First I have to sort , give away,  throw away, and re-do. I am now in the all important sorting and shifting stage.

*When we remodeled the little house, after almost twenty years of saying , “Go put that in the little house,” these family treasures needed a new home.

* I plan to have this storage unit for a short period of time.  Why are you laughing? Famous last words…

*Finally, I want to be able to walk from one end of my garage to another without stepping into the jaws of a bear trap.