Apr 30
Okay, I broke down and called Uhaul, and to my surprise was able to rent a van for Saturday. The worst thing will be moving the bed — the frame is as heavy as iron and the futon is a pain in the ass — it’s too heavy and big to carry, it’s too limp to move with my wheelie thing, and it doesn’t have any handles so it’s nearly impossible to drag along. But I have to keep the stinking thing until I can afford a new mattress. Such is life.
I am so looking forward to Sunday, because that will be the day all of this will be over.
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April 30th, 2008 at 8:12 pm
I found that putting a futon on a sheet & dragging the sheet works better than trying to carry it or shove it. I move lots of things this way.
Of course, getting the durn thing in the truck is still a challenge.
April 30th, 2008 at 8:37 pm
That’s a good idea. I’ll try that. I can sacrifice a sheet or two.
May 1st, 2008 at 12:18 am
Moving, ick! Done did do that, too many times.
May 1st, 2008 at 6:33 am
Yeah. I hope I like my new place, because I’m sick of moving.
May 1st, 2008 at 11:28 am
Moving with lots of oversized crap that you wish you could just vaporize? I have NO IDEA what that’s like. When my last piece of large furniture was out of my hands a week ago, I collared my buddy and was like, “I don’t care whether it’s 8 a.m. and we have to drink gin straight from the bottle–I need a drink!” You really will feel better Sunday, though.
May 1st, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Another handy tip for moving futons and the like is tie-down straps or even just some rope, to roll it into a tube and hold it here.
That makes it not only smaller, but less floppy and more easily moved.
May 1st, 2008 at 7:17 pm
I sincerely feel your pain, having moved this past November. Moving has got to be one of the worst things known to mankind.
But the reason I really wanted to comment, was regarding the futon.
When I lived in San Francisco a decade ago , a generous friend said he could walk up three flights of stairs wearing the futon mattress as a “human burrito” — shortly thereafter I head a thud and a plea for help.
I found him on the landing, buried in the futon mattress, face planted into what was filthy carpet and laughing. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt. And we both ended up laughing so hard, I peed my pants. No, really!
If I lived closer, I’d be there in a second to help you. Instead I’ll send my best wishes for an event-free move to the new digs!
May 2nd, 2008 at 7:13 pm
At least I’m moving to a ground floor apartment this time. I think that futon is going to have a lot of grass stains by the time I am through, though. Well, that’s why I have a green cover on it!