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The Great Pack of 2011 is starting to wind down, finally, just in time for me to pack things up for my upcoming east coast and European adventure.
Yesterday I mostly dealt with several large furniture items. A friend of mine had claimed the piano before I had to put it up for sale, and came by at around 11 to work on moving it. By himself. I thought to myself, well, I did manage to get it moved into my house with just myself, and old guy, and a gangly musician. Maybe the two of us will be able to handle things at this end. Only, it quickly became clear that we were going to need a few more tricks up our sleeves. Between the two of us, we managed to get the piano out the front door, down off the porch, and out into the street at the base of the UHaul ramp. Then I discovered that I am simply not large enough to do battle with an 800-pound piano that needs to go up a ramp. It was time to call in some reinforcements. Fortunately, my two intrepid undergraduates have spent a good portion of their lives preparing for situations such as this one. So they came over, along with two of B's friends, to give things another try. With six of us on the thing, it went incredibly smoothly up the ramp. Then we went over to B's house to help with unloading. It took a while for the UHaul to show up, but when it finally did, once again it was a relatively simple matter to get it back down the ramp and into his house. It helps that there were a minimal number of stairs involved. While we waited for help to arrive, I did a bit of research on piano-moving. Some Chicago company that is awfully fond of Comic Sans has posted a lot of great information on piano-moving, much of which will convince you that the job is best left to professionals.
Aside from that, I've been doing a lot of cleaning. I have really, really appreciated the three years I've lived at the Farmer house, so cleaning is a way for me to express that appreciation. It has involved a whole lot of wall-wiping, baseboard-cleaning, and mopping, so far. As I clean, I am thinking about my hopes that this house will serve future generations of graduate students as well as it has served me. It is such a great house.
Today I am quite sore from lifting the piano. I still have to get a few more loads of stuff over to the storage unit, and also need to pack up my road bike for the trip, which starts tomorrow. Still too much to do...
Yesterday I mostly dealt with several large furniture items. A friend of mine had claimed the piano before I had to put it up for sale, and came by at around 11 to work on moving it. By himself. I thought to myself, well, I did manage to get it moved into my house with just myself, and old guy, and a gangly musician. Maybe the two of us will be able to handle things at this end. Only, it quickly became clear that we were going to need a few more tricks up our sleeves. Between the two of us, we managed to get the piano out the front door, down off the porch, and out into the street at the base of the UHaul ramp. Then I discovered that I am simply not large enough to do battle with an 800-pound piano that needs to go up a ramp. It was time to call in some reinforcements. Fortunately, my two intrepid undergraduates have spent a good portion of their lives preparing for situations such as this one. So they came over, along with two of B's friends, to give things another try. With six of us on the thing, it went incredibly smoothly up the ramp. Then we went over to B's house to help with unloading. It took a while for the UHaul to show up, but when it finally did, once again it was a relatively simple matter to get it back down the ramp and into his house. It helps that there were a minimal number of stairs involved. While we waited for help to arrive, I did a bit of research on piano-moving. Some Chicago company that is awfully fond of Comic Sans has posted a lot of great information on piano-moving, much of which will convince you that the job is best left to professionals.
Aside from that, I've been doing a lot of cleaning. I have really, really appreciated the three years I've lived at the Farmer house, so cleaning is a way for me to express that appreciation. It has involved a whole lot of wall-wiping, baseboard-cleaning, and mopping, so far. As I clean, I am thinking about my hopes that this house will serve future generations of graduate students as well as it has served me. It is such a great house.
Today I am quite sore from lifting the piano. I still have to get a few more loads of stuff over to the storage unit, and also need to pack up my road bike for the trip, which starts tomorrow. Still too much to do...
