And of course all this drama is happening the week I'm supposed to be out of Cold Comfort Cottage.
We have been making valiant attempts to get things packed or pitched over the past two weeks...but we simply get exhausted, or have other life responsibilities that have kept us from working on the project every night. And, especially when it came to the furniture, we couldn't imagine three of us -- FT, our friend and myself -- schlepping everything into the U-Haul in one day, especially if I have a biopsy today.
So in a stroke of brilliance FT thought of our lawn and snow guys. They have a lawncare business down the street. Despite all the snow we've gotten, and so early, the poor economy has taken a toll on their winter snowplowing clientele; work's been slow for them. So FT called them: This isn't really in your area of expertise, but...can you help us move?
So we now have two burly young lads to do all the heavy lifting for us. They're thrilled to get the work.
I've just been so distracted, I wouldn't have thought of these guys.
That is why we have partners in this life: Like the song says, sometimes one partner pulls the wagon, and sometimes that partner is the one who needs to climb in and be pulled. I wish people who would deny us the rights afforded married couples could somehow understand, in the fog of their moral indignity, that we already share the responsibilities of people committed to one another for the long haul.