Heavy stuff


We can carry it, she said. It’s not that heavy, she said. It’s only 1.3km, she said … OK, she didn’t say the last bit, I Googled it afterwards.

I’m down to the last days of the schmick-a-thon for the house sale. I needed an outdoor setting for the deck because mine had rotted and collapsed many months prior after 18 years of faithful service. (Happiness is not to be found in a new outdoor setting, Alana.)

My sister’s boyfriend offered to drive theirs over in a ute this weekend, but his hand got smashed with baseball bat. When I tell people, they immediately presume there was gang violence involved, but he’s a catcher in a baseball team and someone took a dodgy swing.

His hand was pinned back together via elaborate surgery earlier this week. Two days later, I stupidly asked him to babysit the mad moodle for a few hours while the cleaners came over. What’s the first thing the mad moodle does? Launches onto the pinned hand.

Not pretty.

I cried for two hours afterwards. It’s been an emotional week.

My sister suggested we walk the glass-topped table to my place instead.

Jaysus it was freaking heavy.

We had to stop three times each block and do elaborate stretching exercises. We were also on a strict timetable – 30 minutes tops – as my sister needed to drive her boyfriend to his baseball match so he could score. That’s dedication for you.

I kept hoping a knight in shining armour would happen along and help. Nup. At one point a bloke with a cup of takeaway coffee asked if we had far to go and I said hopefully: “Just to the bottom of the hill.”

He nodded and smiled and kept walking.

Chivalry is dead.

But the outdoor setting looks mighty fine on the deck.

Thanks sis. Well, all the muscles in my arms don’t thank you, but I do.

Song of the day: Garbage “Stupid Girl”



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    1. Boyfriend was borrowing ute from his work – 45 mins away. Not sure we could have gotten the glass top onto it and over in one piece anyway upon reflection

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  1. And we were complaining that we had to take the kids’ new bedroom furniture upstairs when the delivery drivers only brought it in the front door. BTW you can roll a tallboy up
    the stairs if it is in a cardboard box!

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