Moved a few boxes in the morning - main push was to get stuff ready for the moving guys in the afternoon. My parents wanted me to come eat downtown again with their friends, but I told them I'd feel more useful boxing up stuff. So with no one to glare at me, I threw out a lot of stuff in the process of packing up several boxes. I got a lot more done by myself.
Later in the afternoon, the guys with the pickup came. Young guy arrived to move the bed, tv's stand, dresser - big heavy stuff. Nice polite kid. Don't think he called me ma'am - that would have lost him points for sure. We got a lot of stuff moved in today. Another chair, their bed, some lamps, many, many boxes of stuff for the kitchen, bathroom.
My parents have no concept of space apparently, as my mother did not understand why she couldn't fit her bed, his and her nightstands a dresser and two chairs into their new bedroom (which has less space then their apt bedroom did) The only answer I would get when I tried to point out this very logical point was - "Well, whatever." That's the extent of most discussions.
They're staying at the duplex apt. tonight - we'll go back for more tomorrow. This was the most tiresome day. My feet and knees are VERY un-happy with me. Lots of up and down stairs - I walked the 5 blocks to and from the apt to the new place in the heat many times to give them room to fit stuff in the car. I didn't need the two exercise bicycles they bought for next to nothing and put in the basement, to give me a workout. I better lose weight after all of this.
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