Moving Fails

~ Twindaddy

Anyhow, Operation: Move My Shit From Two Different Places Into One Single Place has been completed.  There were many bumps in the road however.

It all started on Friday, when my youngest brother backed out of helping me for reasons I won’t discuss here.  So it was me all by my lonesome.  I made multiple trips and moved all of my boxes, leaving all of my big stuph for the next day when I would have help from my dad, Revis, and Revis’ wife.

With an army (or at least it seemed like it) at my disposal on Saturday we were able to empty the storage unit.  We then headed to my in-laws house and packed up all my shit there into a truck and an SUV.  We got it all home safe and sound.

Yesterday we spent the majority of the day unpacking.  Once we were finished and had the house at least presentable, we had to run to the store for necessities.

Um, not those necessities.

I needed to pick up towels, waste baskets, batteries, silverware, hand soap, laundry detergent, dryer vent hose, and, of course, groceries.  The dryer vent hose would be the bane of my evening.

After we returned home I busied the boys with putting the groceries away while I went to hook up with washer and dryer.  When I went to connect the vent hose to the dryer I found out that it was too short.  Great.

So I made a trip back up to Wal-Mart to exchange it for a longer hose.  In this particular case, size actually mattered.  No motion in the ocean was going to connect this hose.

I exchanged the hose and returned home.  Again.  I connected it and tightened the clamps.  Some time later the washer finished its first load and I went to go throw it in the dryer…only to find the dryer vent hose from my old house in there.

baby facepalm

Evidently, in an effort not to lose it I shoved it inside the dryer.  Great.  So all the money I spent, gas guzzled, and time wasted last night was all for naught.  Perfect.

So that was my illustrious weekend of moving.  I’m sure you’re all green with jealousy that your weekend sucked in comparison.  How are you guys doing?

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82 thoughts on “Moving Fails”

        1. Haha. By the time I realized I had the extra hose the one I had just bought was already hooked up. I wasn’t going through all that shit just to return a $7 hose.

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      1. I’m reading Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon. It’s the first of his I’ve read and I’m really digging the music in his style. He’s a writer clearly having fun with language, but not in a show-offy way, just joyful. And the character-driven story is quite good too, touching on values, race, responsibility, fatherhood. So, yeah, only halfway through but I recommend.

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  5. 700 posts is amazing, congratulations on that and the new house! And as for the dryer hose, I bet you and the boys can think of ten wacky things to do with an extra dryer hose. That can be post 701!

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  6. I am certain with your imagination that by the time Halloween rolls around that spare dryer hose will find another use via a costume part. You unpack much faster than I do… I still have a half of a house to move down here lol…I lost the key to the place.

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  7. 700 posts? Shit.

    At one point my ex and I had 8 bottles of mustard. Why, we’re not sure. We don’t even like mustard that much. I think sometimes you just lose your mind and start thinking you don’t have stuff that you do.

    At least you’re all settled in, right?

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  9. Congrats on the move and that’s funny stuph™ about the hose. When the wife and I moved out of this place into another one, we took the dryer and the hose and all was well. When we moved back we brought the same dryer and hose back, only I had an issue getting it to fit… in the same spot it had been for years. Go figure.

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  12. I will lie and say your weekend was better. But due to my conscience I have to tell you that it was a lie. Or I go to hell. Sorry. But you are in a new place with your boys, that is good. And that’s not a lie.

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          1. Well, now you’re all going to be in the one house together much more frequently, I would hope you’ll be able to refer to the four of you more often! Eugh, that’s a horribly constructed sentence but I can’t be bothered to change it.

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    1. Yup. The only thing I really have left to do is hang pictures, but that involves going back to the store to get nails. I’m just not ready for all that work right now.

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          1. I know – believe me I know…it’s good to hear that sometimes…sometimes I try to focus on my favorite existential quote:
            ‘Of all the things that could have happened; this is what happened’

            It is neither good nor bad – it just is – we don’t know the outcome and not everything is a good/bad situation. It just IS – we are always & all of us (me included) so fast to want to know if this was a good/bad idea…when it takes time for the scenario to play itself out – and it may encompass both good/not so good, depending on the situation. I am probably rambling at this point.

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          2. I’m not wasting my thoughts on what-if’s or even trying to find the reason, right now. Those things elude me and I’m probably best not to know. Especially when the person who’s done this to me has lied repeatedly and I could never trust a single word she uttered about it. I just have to move past it and focus on what I need to focus on, but sometimes I get distracted and can’t. Like this morning.

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  18. Blah! I hate moving. Hate, hate, hate, hate moving. Something like the dryer hose incident always happens. Something always gets broken. Something always gets misplaced. Someone always backs out of helping (and never for a good reason), oh, and as the only person amongst my friends with a truck I always get volunteered to move everyone else’s junk along with my own. Good times.

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