In the days and months before they came out to help us move, Randy and Diane spent many hours playing tetris, in training to be the excellent truck packers that they are. We move cross-country via ABF, and their policy is pretty much $100 per foot of trailer space. Randy was able to keep it to 11 feet exactly, I think this was a result of him having sold his immortal soul in exchange for mad trucking skills. He has won awards, after all. He even tied everything back using ropes and the crazy sailor knots he learned while pirating the high seas. The little dude who came to pick up the truck even told Randy that this was the best packing job he had ever seen. I think I married into the right sort of family. At this very moment, only seven months after our last move, we have begun packing up our stuff again to move in to our new house on the south side of Seattle. I kid you not, we're flying Randy out just to help us move. What more could a man want than to spend two weeks of precious vacation meticulously shoving boxes into a truck. He's a good sport.
This is my little Sara standing in front of the palm tree she and her dad planted in the berm between our house and the church parking lot. We decided we didn't have the space or the wherewithal to transport some of our large house plants across the country, so why not donate them to the berm? I can just imagine the questions raised when the landscapers came later in the week to prune the hedges, only to find that several tropical plants had been immaculately conceived on the church grounds. Perhaps we'll be sainted. I wonder how they fared through the winter...I'm guessing they are no longer with us. Don't worry though, we were able to put several plants in our cars and on the truck, all of which lived, many of which are still living at their grandma's house in Utah. Ain't she a good sport. It was a gift to say thanks for helping us move Diane!
In the days and months before they came out to help us move, Randy and Diane spent many hours playing tetris, in training to be the excellent truck packers that they are. We move cross-country via ABF, and their policy is pretty much $100 per foot of trailer space. Randy was able to keep it to 11 feet exactly, I think this was a result of him having sold his immortal soul in exchange for mad trucking skills. He has won awards, after all. He even tied everything back using ropes and the crazy sailor knots he learned while pirating the high seas. The little dude who came to pick up the truck even told Randy that this was the best packing job he had ever seen. I think I married into the right sort of family. At this very moment, only seven months after our last move, we have begun packing up our stuff again to move in to our new house on the south side of Seattle. I kid you not, we're flying Randy out just to help us move. What more could a man want than to spend two weeks of precious vacation meticulously shoving boxes into a truck. He's a good sport.
This is my little Sara standing in front of the palm tree she and her dad planted in the berm between our house and the church parking lot. We decided we didn't have the space or the wherewithal to transport some of our large house plants across the country, so why not donate them to the berm? I can just imagine the questions raised when the landscapers came later in the week to prune the hedges, only to find that several tropical plants had been immaculately conceived on the church grounds. Perhaps we'll be sainted. I wonder how they fared through the winter...I'm guessing they are no longer with us. Don't worry though, we were able to put several plants in our cars and on the truck, all of which lived, many of which are still living at their grandma's house in Utah. Ain't she a good sport. It was a gift to say thanks for helping us move Diane!
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I haven't checked your blog in a while and it's nice to catch up on things recent and things not so recent. Hope all is well.
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