Middle son is moving next week. My help consists of stroking a check to some local movers with a truck and trailer. Beyond that he is on his own. I’m getting too old and soft for moving.
Made me to remember my father. We had purchased a house about five miles from our apartment and I had moved all but the heavy stuff. My father showed up unannounced. He was on his way to Oregon for two weeks of fishing. He decided to help.
“Where is your furniture dolly”, he asked?
“What’s that”, was my reply?
Nothing was said as we drove to a rental place and got a dolly but the unspoken thoughts came loud and clear. Something along these lines.
The next time we moved I bought both a hand truck and a furniture dolly, both of which I still own.
As a side note, here is hoping 2018 is an epic year for you and yours.