No end to the moving in sight.

I am soooo sore. We packed and packed, and moved and moved. We got 4 of our friends to help, so that made 7 1/4 of us working at it for 12 hours on Saturday...the one who broke his hip and knee went through the bottom drawers in the kitchen and on Sunday it was only Me and Rich helping for 9 hours. After all that, it looks like we didn't even make a dent in it. I can't believe how much stuff they have. They rented the house...5 br, a sitting room, 2 baths upstairs, 2 br, 2 baths downstairs...because they needed a big place at the time. They had gone to NE and moved his parents here instead of a nursing home and had 2 teenage kids still at home. His parents lived in the lower level and they took the upper level. They ran there balloon business out of the basement, and had plenty of business at the time...then the stock market and economy dropped and he started to have health problems.

We moved 9 industrial sewing machines out of the basement. Thank god they had a lift to bring them out with. Then it was just a matter of getting them onto a dolly and into the trailer and off the dolly. I can't see us getting everything done by the 1st of July.

I don't mind helping people out...I get a good feeling out of it. That's all I need other than a thanks. And they did thank us two fold. I am angry that their kids had better things to do. One son lives in Hawaii...so OK...he can't help. The other son went to FL and the daughter and her husband were busy giving balloon rides...JUST WHO THE HELL TAUGHT HIM TO FLY A BALLOON...WITH FREE LESSONS NO LESS, not to mention WHO BUILT HIS BALLOON AT A LOSS!!! They built him that balloon and didn't even get what the materials cost, and on top of that, the time that went into building it. Where are the priorities!

The whole time we were packing, our friend kept saying, oh, I bet my daughter would like this, I'll have to set this aside for her. It was hard to keep my mouth shut and not say...and why isn't she here? She is only able to come over during the week while her husband is working late...he is pissed at her dad for some stupid thing. This is the typical..."you're not good enough for my daughter" story. They get along for a while and then they don't. If their daughter happens to mention she is mad at her husband, the father gets his attitude again and the war is on. Apparently the war is on. The thing is, mom is the one who suffers from the battle. Out of respect for her, they should be there. Shame on her daughter for letting her husband keep her away at a time like this when MOM needs her. I don't care about the feud between father and son-in-law...they both provoke each other and it's better if son-in-law stays out of it, but she should be there for her mother.

Some times she would pick something up and say "this has your name on it". My answer was "sell it." If they can get anything thing for the stuff they should. It all adds up!

We finally decided the best thing to do is pack everything they want to keep and have a walk through sale over the weekend, any cloths that don't sell, goes to goodwill and anything that is left after that, we'll deal with when the time comes.

Next weekend we can't help. We have a graduation and friends that have moved to TX coming for a visit. We will be helping everyday after Rich gets home from work and on Thursday...her day off...I will be there all day with her.

I told Rich yesterday, "we better make some younger friends, looks like the you can't depend on your own kids for help." Some day we might be in the same boat. I'd sure like to think my kids and Rich's kids would be there for us...after this, I wonder. It got Rich thinking too and he is talking about getting rid of stuff that he don't use. He is a real bad pack rat. Rich...just like our friend, has everything he has ever owned. Even from childhood. Just think of what his Lionel Train set would bring in. It just sits in a box.

When I moved in here, I got rid of everything that didn't have meaning to it. The biggest thing that I would worry about is my Hummel Collection...two of them, my grandmother brought here from Germany...all of which would fit into a boot box, and my jewelry. I asked Rich what he would do with my stuff if something happened to me, he said he would put everything out on the table and have my granddaughters come in one at a time, starting with the oldest and tell them to pick one piece and keep alternating till it was gone. My next project is to take pictures of things I want each of them to have and file it away so they know what is important to me.

Stay tuned for my next rant...it's coming soon.