I needed to get the LG over to the “interim” storage unit. The new “staging” area where I was moving all the stuff from the house, which I had to vacate by August 31st, in preparation for loading it again for resettlement in New Mexico. I didn’t think I would be able to get it into the back of my pick-up truck. It would fit okay, but it would take four or five people to lift it, I figured, and I couldn’t conjure up four or five people at one time who would be willing to help. We macho men tend to think we have more strength than we do, which is a grave miscalculation that would inevitably come into play.
So I remembered that a friend of mine had a motorcycle trailer. We could load the LG on the trailer and tie it down for the short drive to the storage place. Shannon and Chad agreed to help the weekend before I had to be out of the house. We bartered some furniture in exchange for the use of the trailer and extra “man”power, but I’m sure they would have helped anyway. I chose not to put Charlie in harm’s way for this particular maneuver, which was probably a good thing, because we might have come up with the idea of having him ride on the trailer to hold the refrigerator upright.
The LG went up the ramp on the motorcycle trailer with little effort. We then proceeded to tie it down with every available rope, tie-down, and bungee cord we could find. This trailer is a flat-bed with no walls, so it just stood there, proudly, like it was tied to a stake. We went about two blocks when I noticed, in the side-view mirror, that the LG was rocking from side to side. We pulled over and I tightened up its restraints and we continued on. We had about five miles to negotiate in traffic, with several left turns, but Chad was driving very carefully. We were getting a lot of one-finger salutes and curse words floating through the air as cars and trucks whizzed by us. I couldn’t look in the side-view mirror anymore.
“If it falls over, Chad,” I said, “just keep driving.” He nodded affirmatively.
We pulled into the storage unit and unloaded the LG without further incident. Here it would remain for another month.
The LG had now been moved twice, and we were into Plan C. This was going to involve renting the U-Haul truck to load the refrigerator which would stand up in the truck, the truck had a ramp, and I was going to rent an appliance dolly which has longer handles so my arms did not have to become part of the moving device. I had it all arranged for September 1st. You should by now, know what happened to Plan C. The storage yard refused to give me the extra day to move the LG without charging me for the full month. https://whatthefluffy.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/i-told-her-i-was-going-to-tell-everyone-i-knew/
So we had no choice but to move the LG again. This time, my friend, Danny, convinced me that we could load the refrigerator into the back of my pick-up. Just the two of us and a hand truck. I was desperate. We had been drinking. “Piece of cake,” Danny kept repeating. I now have arms two inches longer than I had before the move started. As we pulled and lifted the LG into the back of the truck, it started to tilt to the left, hit the sidewall of the truck and put dent number two in the titanium doors. But we got it in, and with some effort were able to stand it up in the bed of truck and lash it down with ratchet tie-downs and bungees. Our destination was twenty-some miles away to Danny’s garage. We pulled in an hour from the time we had started out. We sat there staring at the LG, pretty sure that we were not going to able to lower the heavy box down to the driveway without some help.
Right about that time, someone they knew from down the street, drove by. They yelled out to him and he stopped. He was a big dude. So we decided with him and Danny on the ground and me up in the bed holding the hand truck, we could lower the LG safely to the ground. Lets just say it didn’t go as easy as it was envisioned. That thing weighs a lot. But we got it to the ground without any further damage, except to my arms, which now hung limply at my sides. “Piece of cake,” Danny said for the thousandth time. We thanked the dude, and made a drink.
I picked up the U-Haul truck the morning of September 1st, at a plant nursery as far south of town as you could get. I requested a pick-up at the huge U-Haul dealer on South Virginia, but I guess U-Haul spreads the business around. I had made the reservation on-line the week before. The truck ran but had not been cleaned and I could barely see out of the windshield. After negotiating it into the driveway, I called my friend, Roger, who had agreed to come over and help me load the LG into the truck. Moving the LG had now involved eight different people, not counting myself.
Within a few minutes, the LG was loaded into the U-Haul, and wrapped securely in blankets for the thousand mile trip to Rio Rancho. I just want to say here, that moving a large appliance is done very easily with an appliance dolly designed specifically for that purpose.
The LG stands proudly now, doing it’s thing, in the new kitchen. It makes lots of ice for the much-needed drinks. I marvel sometimes that it is here. For two and a half months it dominated my thoughts. I should have sold the damn thing.
Oh, the shoes. There were two boxes of shoes, my wife’s shoes, dress shoes, boots, lots of shoes. They vanished somewhere between the house, the storage unit, Danny’s garage, and Rio Rancho, NM. I know they were loaded at some point. I know there was nothing left behind after everything was loaded, but the shoes are not here. The shoes now dominate my thoughts. I have retraced every step in my mind to no avail. I can’t remember the two boxes of shoes. The two boxes have just vanished. We’ve opened almost every box. We still can’t find the shoes.