Friday night after getting back from the train, I had just enough time to pack (and send my weekly progress report) before I was on the road again, only this time with Roger to Maine to help
yummygirl move. We arrived at a late-ish hour, but I took a nap on the way up so I was not as tired as I could have been.
Then saturday we were up folding things to be packed, moving boxes, and packing the truck. Roger managed to wrench his knee again (though it is much better now). You have to love having trained personnel on hand in case of such an incident. Moving the stuff to the truck could have been much worse considering everything was being moved down from a 3rd floor apartment, but with about a dozen people lending a hand we could make a relay line where no one had to move more than a few steps. (I managed to get a mystery bruise on my upper thigh about the size of a quarter from this part.) I was amazed how fast that truck was packed and we were done.
Then after moving everything to the new place, we had everything unpacked from the truck even faster. (The lack of stairs definitely helped) The new place is amazing though; and even where it is not ideal it has tons of potential. I can see them being very happy there.
Then by a strange coincidence my dad and associated family were in Maine the same weekend so we met up with them so I could be available for some stuff I needed to do down there. All the connections worked out fine, and I arrived home late enough that I just managed to collapse on the couch in exhaustion.