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SubscribeStar Saturday Post Coming Soon

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My apologies to readers—I’ll have a SubscribeStar Saturday post up tomorrow (God Willing).

We have been working nearly around the clock to get our respective houses packed and cleaned.  This past week I was routinely putting in five or six hours each night after work getting stuff packed, moved, trashed, donated, cleaned, etc.

My pastor has a new carpet and general cleaning service, and I had to the age-old task of preparing for the cleaner:  cleaning.  I was able to clean enough to allow him access to the deep stuff.

It’s amazing how filthy a house can get when inhabited by a busy bachelor over the course of seven years.  Yes, I take out the trash, clean the counters, wash the dishes, do the laundry, etc.  Dusting is my enemy, though, and when you have as much inherited and acquired bric-a-brac and furniture and just plain junk as I do, there are thousands of surfaces for dead, shed skin cells to fall.

Now my house is at a level of cleanliness worthy of selling, and I hope to get it listed this upcoming week (after Winter Storm Fern wreaks her havoc).

Needless to say, my planned piece about the attack on the Minneapolis church is on the backburner.  Dr. Wife and I had another busy day today, and after dinner and errands, I realized I didn’t have it in me to slam out a rant about evil Leftists.

That will come tomorrow.

Stay warm, my friends!

—TPP

Midweek Moving

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Dr. Wife and I continue our gradual moving process today with another big load.  This time, we’re heading from her current residence in North Carolina to our new house in South Carolina.

As part of this stage in our moving process, we stayed overnight at her parents’ new house in another part of North Carolina to dog-sit their precious pug:

Her parents gave us an[other] awesome recliner, so I decided to rent another U-Haul in their town to take advantage of our visit.

However, we ran into a bit of a logistical problem:  how do we get two cars and a moving truck down to South Carolina?  Alternatively, how do we get vehicles where they need to be without necessitating a six-hour-roundtrip drive to and from Dr. Wife’s place?

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Moving Saturday 1 of X

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I’ll have some classic SubscribeStar Saturday content up soon-ish, but Dr. Wife and I just got back from the first of what will likely be several days of moving furniture and such from our respective houses to our new home.  We managed to get all of the furniture her parents gifted us this summer, as well as some furniture I already had.  Additionally, we managed to unload some items at Goodwill.

We’re taking a minute to catch our breaths before indulging in some much-needed protein at the steakhouse.

Stay tuned for more!

—TPP

P.S.—We had a nice Christmas card from regular contributor Ponty and his significant other waiting for us at our new home!  It’s now festooning the mantle in our new living room.

Phone it in Friday CI: YouTube Roundup CLXI: Hoarder House

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As readers know from my epic “Ululations for U-Haul,” I had to move a significant amount of heavy and large furniture from my future in-laws’ house to my humble abode.  My house is not large—it’s roughly 1000-square feet—and already stuffed with my junk.

Fortunately, I’m excellent at Tetris and the grandson of a furniture store owner.  I also grew up in a Victorian house that my mother crammed so full of knick-knacks, bric-a-brac, and gewgaws that I know how to maneuver around tight spaces overstuffed with furniture.  As such, I’ve adapted well to my new hoarder-like conditions.

I documented the state of my home post-move, mainly for my future in-laws’ amusement.  Then I uploaded it to YouTube, where it somehow managed to rack up 1,469 views (at the time of writing).  Let’s get that to 1500, eh, dear readers?

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Ululations for U-Haul

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This past weekend I had to move a bunch of furniture from my future in-laws’ home to my little house.  They are downsizing to a smaller home, and have been donating, selling, and/or rehoming nearly twenty years’ worth of accumulation to whoever will take it.  That means a great deal of their goods have made their way to Dr. Fiancée and me.

The move itself was not terrible, although we had the brutal task of moving an elliptical machine from their second-story rec room to their first-floor garage.  I recruited two former Music students of mine (quipping, “you didn’t know when you signed up for Music in the seventh grade that it was a lifelong commitment”; one of them rejoined, “I should have signed up for Drama”) to assist in the hurly-burly, and we got it all done.  We’re in the midst of a severe heatwave here in the South, so all three of us guzzled down water.  One of my guys got a bit lightheaded from the heat and exertion, but still managed to assist admirably.

In the process, we moved a recliner, couch, nightstand, dresser, and queen-sized bed (with mattress, boxspring, frame, and headboard) into my little house.  I also received a Husqvarna riding lawnmower—quite a gift!

The idea is that I will live like a hoarder for the next nine months or so until Dr. Fiancée and I purchase a home together—one that will, hopefully, accommodate all of this furniture (it will).

But moving all of this nice furniture (thanks, Dr. Fiancée’s mom and dad!) meant getting a truck and trailer large enough to pull it off.  That meant making a reservation with—groan—U-Haul.

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