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Posted on Saturday 30 May 2009 at 7:48 pm

Moving Madness

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I woke up in an inexplicably good mood this morning. I was happy and cheerful all morning with absolutely no clue why. It's a very good thing I was in such a chipper mood, though. If I'd started off in a bad mood, I'd hate to see where I'd have ended up. As it, I'm just sore and tired and ready for the day to end but I'm not actually in a bad mood.

I helped a couple of my friends move today. Their move was a disaster, due entirely to the idiots who were moving out and the landlord's absence from the area. The previous tenants made a mess of the place, did an atrocious job painting over some things they'd painted (as in, they had painted the doors and door frames in one bedroom a deep blue and were supposed to return them to the original brown and instead slapped on one thin coat of white through which the blue showed), and left a bunch of stuff. They claimed they left one couch and arranged for people to come pick it up on Saturday. They left a couch, a love seat, a TV, a stereo system, two box springs, a mattress, a desk, multiple shelving units, food, and a ton of small items. Getting rid of all that and cleaning the place were yesterday's tasks (I ended up with a new TV with attached DVD player and VCR that I'm not sure I need, but it was too nice to dump). Today was the actual moving.

The moving wasn't too bad at first. We got the rented truck loaded with no major problems. The only couple of minor problems were some scratches I got on the inside of my right knee and a scratch on another mover's hand. Then we couldn't get the truck started and jumping it took forever because the hood wouldn't open. We got the truck to the new place, unloaded, back to the old place, loaded, and almost completely unloaded for the second and final time when I decided to be an idiot. I was carrying a box and not paying enough attention and walked directly into a low, very solid, wooden shelving unit. I whacked the outside of my right knee (at least it was the same knee). My "OW!" was heard throughout the entire house. I heard a few calls of "Are you alright?" and my "NO!" probably wasn't the response everyone wanted. I managed to hobble down the stairs and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the couch with an ice pack on my knee. I've got a couple of large scratches and a nice purple bruise that makes it rather difficult to bend my knee, but I'll live.

After the unloading was completely finished and the post-moving pizza was consumed, we were getting ready to leave when I realized my motorcycle keys weren't in my pocket. We found them in my bike with the bike on so the battery was completely dead. As I went to lean the bike back over on the kickstand to take off the cover to try to get to the battery, my foot slipped on mud and I dropped the bike on its side. We got it back up and finally got it jumped after a few difficulties. Then I had to drive the bike around aimlessly for a while to let the battery charge. Ordinarily, I'd love to ride my motorcycle aimlessly, but I was on the reserve tank so I was worried about running out of gas. Ordinarily that wouldn't have been a problem because I'd have checked the odometer when I went to the reserve tank and I'd know how many miles I could safely go, but since the speedometer / odometer are still not working, I've no clue. Not to mention my knee was still kind of throbbing and riding the bike wasn't quite as much fun as normal. I still had a pleasant enough ride, made it home, turned off the bike, and got it restarted so hopefully I'll be able to start it and get it to the gas station without incident tomorrow. I might have got gas tonight, but a shower just sounded too good. Now all I want is my bed.
Feeling: Sore
Exploring: Bed
Listening: Hogan's Heroes - Hogan Springs


godricgal at 12:40 am on 31 May 2009 (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you at least got pizza in the deal. Knees are such painful things when they're not working or accumulate injuries. Fingers crossed that the bike starts tomorrow.
bratty_jedi at 1:11 pm on 31 May 2009 (UTC) (Link)
Post-moving pizza is sort of traditional. Of course, there are four more sets of moves within the usual group of friends in the next six weeks so we may be pizzaed out by the end.

I woke myself up a couple of times during the night by rolling over onto the main bruise on my knee. It does not appreciate being touched which means today is definitely a shorts day.
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bratty_jedi at 1:19 pm on 31 May 2009 (UTC) (Link)
I love my motorcycle! I completely understand why others wouldn't want to ride one, though. You are incredibly unprotected in case of anything going wrong and it is a lot easier for things to go wrong. I basically figure everything in life is a risk and each individual has to judge for him or herself if the benefits outweigh the risks of any given activity (except when the activity poses too great a risk to other people then society in the form of government steps in to regulate). I mean, eating is a risk because you can choke, but everyone decides the benefit of not starving to death far outweighs the risk of choking. Everything else is the same way but the risk-benefit analysis is usually not that straight forward so people don't always agree and that's OK (and with risks to others, "too great a risk to other people" is also subjective so we don't all agree on what should be regulated). I generally err on the side of risky behavior for myself and am kind of middle of the road on how much government should intervene to protect others.

I'm not at all surprised that you love Hogan Springs for that very reason. Hey, whatever floats your boat! :)
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bratty_jedi at 12:55 am on 01 June 2009 (UTC) (Link)
No, I didn't think you were criticizing. I just know some people who do ride motorcycles that either look down on people who don't or get overly defensive whenever anyone says they won't ride one and I was explaining my to each his own attitude so you'd know it doesn't bother me.

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