I had a charity stop by on Tuesday to pick up the remaining furniture and whatever they could squeeze into their little van. Stuff I did not want was moving to the curb, where anything of value got scooped up quickly by neighbors. I really don't care who gets the stuff, but did they have to scatter what they did not want to the wind? I had to keep going out there to put things back into a neat pile. One guy even destroyed a nightstand for no damn reason. He just picked it up and slammed it down on the side walk, breaking a leg off. Jackass.
|The jackass that made a mess of things.|
The charity was part of Unity Health of Rochester, and they had a small warehouse with household items for families in need. They also find living spaces for families, and provide them with furniture from donations. They were not a moving company, and only had a mini van, but we worked at it and finally got everything out that we needed to. I really enjoyed helping them out. We had some laughs as well.
Did I mention that it was about eight degrees while I was doing all this? For a time there I thought I was getting frostbite in my fingers. One finger split open, and the rest were so frigging sore it was tough to carry stuff out to the van. I finally got the rust on wheels all packed up, picked up the kids, and drove away from Rochester New York, my hometown since 1980.
|I spared you the winter scene.|
|Nothing says Floriduh then a Mossy Oak wheel wrap and fuzzy dice. Thx Don.|
|Even Popeye and Leilani wanted a room for the night|
We had thoughts of driving all the way through without stopping. Well, Eric had those thoughts. I had thoughts of a soft bed, a good nights sleep, and starting fresh in the morning. I won out, and rest we did. Turns out it was a good thing we opted for beauty rest, as black ice hit the roadways that night, and cars hit the ditch, each other, and various poles and guard rails. It looked like a real mess, and we had some delays getting through it all. Just glad we were not trying to ice skate with the van.
|The van. My usual parking spot at the plant. Guys at the plant said I should have pulled the plates and left it there :)|
Another card later and rolling into South Carolina, we stopped at South of the Border, just because it's so trashy and weird. The kids had never been there, and we thought it would be fun to pick up some cheap trinkets. We were overwhelmed by it all. It looked like China just puked up all it's cheap goods in one big pile, and these folks separated and organized it. Only one thing was purchased. A gator head on a stick, which turned into quite an amusing little toy for Kelly. The truckers we passed were pretty amused as well. After a few beers Eric could not seem to put it down either. So much fun for $2.
|Kelly and Eric. Love you guys. Thanks for riding with me.|
|Getting tired? Try some chocolate coffee beans! Zoom Zoom|
We arrived to many hugs and kisses, though the welcome wagon was not out for our drive up, with Paul Simon's "You can call me Al" blasting out the windows, and Kelly's Gator puppet singing along. The people in the restaurant next door seemed to like it. Twenty hours on the road, with four hours sleep, and we were ready for some beers, and a few laughs. It did not take much time for the three of us to get a little punchy, and soon we were off to sleep in SV Kelly Nicole.
It's good to be home.