Hot Potato, Part V: Moving Morning

So for days now I've had this whole thing going in my head where I present the different "paths"--options for hiring movers, and how many, and for how long, and every other detail imaginable under the sun--as if each was a friend sitting around a poker table.  It was going to be great.  I was going to find innocuous ways to make jabs at Trevor, and say things like:

To help things along, let's call these options Alex, Bernie, Chuck, Dale, Ethel, Fred--etc.  Alphabetizing our friends helps us a great deal.  Not only do we stay organized when talking about our friends behind their backs--it also helps us to number them.  We know that once we get too far beyond a J or a K name (#10 and #11), we're probably nearing our limit of friends we can handle.  Unfortunately, this means that we can't be friends with Trevor, whose "T" name, at #20, is just way beyond our social networking skills.  Fortunately (for us), he married an "M" (#13), and since we do not have a mandatory spousal waiver clause, we get him, too.

Anyway, no time for that. The fact is that in addition to being somewhat preoccupied of late, I am such an annoyingly meticulous writer--"backspacer" is probably a more precise term--that molasses describes itself as "slow as Hamilton."

So, as Hamlet's mother commands, "More matter, less art."  Translation: Spit it out, you bumbling fool.  So here is the plan.


As I explained in Part IV, we need to move on Thursday (today), which means we need to hire movers for some or all of the day, because our friends are at work.  Initially every plan I came up with involved me paying the movers for the 45-minute drive from our apartment tot the ABF terminal, but, happily, my radiant wife, who, unlike me, does not need spreadsheets to think clearly, came up with the plan we pulled the trigger on.  We are hiring movers for 2-3 hours, but rather than loading and unloading just the heavies, they will load EVERYTHING, in reverse order, from our apartment into our Budget truck, and then they will go home (or somewhere I don't have to pay for them to be).  Then tonight, once our friends get off work, some of us will drive our HHG down to ABF, run the ramps directly from truck to trailer, and make the transfer.  I'll return the Budget truck after dark.


So that's it.  Simple.  You would never have thought I needed to do a cost-benefit analysis of every alternative to arrive at the above sensible plan.  It's a good thing I married an M.