one more trip

I think that it would be safe to say that my car (lonely, lonely car) made at least 25+ trips from my old spot to my new one. Of course, these were trips that even made my car whine...they were loaded to the max. This move has been, hmmmm...torturous, to say the least. I have been fortunate enough to find a lovely little home in an even more lovely neighborhood. I am excited, BUT can I just tell you that I am struggling to make that last trip!!! It is just one trip...to clean out my garage. I have the truck until 11 this morning. It is 7:45 now and I just can't get myself to throw on some more nasty moving clothes and finish this deal. I am exhausted. Whine, whine, whine. I know. I suppose I could be finishing now. But, oh the thought of that trip. Someone please put me out of my misery.
Here's a thought to make you say "hmmm". My mom, in her attempt to offer me great advice concerning my problem of having no help to move, said I should call the Police Department. I know, it hurts me to even write it. The POLICE DEPARTMENT???? Okay, mom, call them and then say what? "Could one of you fine strong men please rescue me from these nasty boxes and dust bunnies?" "I'm scared, officer, could you please fight off this WORK for me?" I mean really now. I am still floored by this suggestion.
Obviously, I am wasting time. Exposing embarrassing family skeletons. I could say more...it would be less painful than this last trip I am about to make. It will be a dramatic one...you can count on that. I don't know how I will make my final exit, but it will be a good one. Memorable for sure.
All you Labor Day gluttons, enjoy your day. I will too, after one more trip.

~ September 4, 2006