I've never had so much fun moving furniture. Maybe because it wasn't mine. But mostly because of the crew I worked with. And their wonderfully fun attitude.
Let me introduce them in order of enthusiasm:
Joseph - What an adventurer. Figuring out how to take apart a table or move a bookshelf is amazing when you're 9. Sitting on top of the truck cab while it's in motion is better.
Emmanuel (Manny) - Half workhorse, half engineer. If he could budge it, he would move it to where he wanted it. At 8, anything is possible.
Peter - The senior brother (11), and carries himself with the wisdom his position calls for. He actually thinks before he acts.
Rebecca - At 13, that perfect in between little girl and young woman attitude. She was the tomboy who loved to jump in and help, and the young lady who knew how to stay out of the way.
Larry - The grown up. The blend of brain and brawn was great for working with kids and furniture. And nobody told him that moving your Mother-in-law's furniture shouldn't be a fun way to spend a Saturday morning.
Not in the photo, but certainly in the picture:
Shar, the queen of packing and crowd control.
Carol, the queen of food and organization.
MaryGrace, the four-year-old queen of "Don't step on me sitting in the middle of the room while you carry a sofa over my head."
Emptying your Mom's house is exhausting and stressful. And on this day, fun.
2 comments:
Great introductions. Wish I could have been there to hear how you would have introduced me!!!
Dashingly handsome with the brawn of Ahh-nold and the finesse of Astaire?
Hey, Mark, introduce me too! By the way, did your mom sell her house?
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