Monday, January 21, 2019

I'm So Tired

Sorry, there were no Sunday Funnies yesterday! The past five days have been very hectic and the blog suffered as a result.

Wednesday evening, I went out for my free dinner and when I returned home, I chronicled the evening for the blog before I went to bed because Thursday was Day One of my daughter's move.

Thursday, we rented a box truck from U-Haul, brought it home and loaded it with my daughter's belongings. I never drove anything bigger than a passenger van before, so I was a little nervous getting behind the wheel of the truck, but I got used to it very quickly. The truck had a rear view camera to facilitate backing up and that was a godsend.

Friday morning, Day Two of the move, we drove the truck to my daughter's apartment in Hartford. The building (formerly a factory) had a loading dock and a freight elevator, so we were able to move everything up to her fourth floor apartment by loading the freight elevator twice. Our cousin showed up to help us move and we managed to get everything into the apartment in two hours. Then, we assembled her bed and quit for the day. My daughter rewarded us with dinner at Outback Steakhouse.

We returned to her apartment Saturday to assemble some other furniture and unpack the essentials. We quit after four hours, went home, ate dinner and crashed.

I spent Sunday morning removing the ice covered snow from the driveway and sidewalks. The snow overnight turned to rain this morning, which froze on contact making power outages a possibility. I am crossing my fingers that that does not happen. So far, so good, but I am trying to finish and post this as soon as possible, just in case.

And I'm so tired!

Source: Veronica Beard
Wearing Veronica Beard (Source: Veronica Beard)

Oslo Grace
Oslo Grace, model


  1. Stana, I'm glad you are OK. I was getting concerned about you when you missed several days of postings. Take care.


  2. The obvious question: did you do any moving as Stana.

  3. Many years ago, I helped a co-worker move. I (M) drove her to ?Ryder? to pick up a box truck, and I had never driven anything larger than a Plymouth Duster. We got in and... "do you know how to drive a stick? I don't." But I did, and even with the pretty ratty gearbox, managed to get it to her house where someone else (thankfully) knew how to drive it and took over.