This is a 3 Stooges movie waiting to happen.
We have to go move a piano. But first we have to drive to Jacksonville
to get a truck (2.5 hours). Then we have to drive north to Edenton (3
hours) to where my piano and other artifacts of childhood are stored.
Then we have to drive back here so that Scott can go to work tomorrow (3
hours).
And there's ice on the ground.
And it's a big piano.
And it's just the two of us.
If you've ever tried to move something with someone who's not your
height, you how how difficult that may be. As Scott is a full foot and a
half taller than me, basic physics says that if we carry ANYTHING
massive I take the bulk of the weight because I'm closer to the ground.
It'll be fine for us to move many of the items as I could probably carry
them by myself if they weren't so awkward to hold onto. But the piano...
How the hell are we going to get a piano onto a pick-up truck, Scott?
Huh? Please tell me. I can see it now: I'll be squashed between it and
the ice and you'll have to get a pancake flipper to get me off the ground.
And then we have to have a pick-up truck with a "Semper Fi" sticker on
the back window in the driveway all week. Either the neighbors will
think that Scott went away and I brought someone else in to play, or
that Scott was foolish enough to trade in his beautiful Honda engine for
a domestic catastrophe.
*Tiffany procrastinates in brushing her teeth and begins to weep
uncontrollably*
Save me!
We're back. Finally after 9 hours of driving and 20 minutes of actual
"moving." I swear I felt like one of the Beverly Hillbillies creeping
down the road (50 MPH on the interstate) with a pianny in the truck with
four chairs dangling over the side...and a mattress, box spring, bed
frame, headboard, footboard....
The piano is now outside in the truck, because although we were able to
get it ON the truck, there's no foreseeable way of getting it off...
We backed the truck up to my grandma's front porch and had my big strong
cousins from next door help Scott roll it over to the truck's bed. Yes,
it did indeed weigh as much as a small Italian car.
The problem now is that we don't have a front porch. Even if we did the
pathway is crooked and we wouldn't be able to back up to it. I could go
rent a U-Haul for an hour just for the purpose of using its ramp, but
we'd still have an issue of getting it over the stoop. Heh. Guess we
should have thought of that, huh?
Unless we find 4 or 5 beefy guys to volunteer their services (volunteer
as in "free"), Mr. Piano will have a light coat of snow on it come Sunday.
It'll make a pretty lawn ornament.