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Moving Dad
Mar. 22nd, 2017 08:30 amMy father needed moving. His then-current relationship ended, but the house was only hers, which meant he had to move out. He was living with his brother temporarily, and finally he found a small apartment up in Saginaw. But Dad is in his 70s and has mobility problems and couldn't move by himself. And so my brother Paul and I went up to handle it this weekend.
This is the problem when you have a truck--you're stuck helping people move.
As moves go, this wasn't =too= bad. Very little furniture was involved. Dad had arranged for a couch and love seat to be delivered, so the only furniture we had to move was a small kitchen table and chairs and a rocking chair. This is good--I'm fifty years old and at my age, I don't move furniture. I hire people to move furniture for me and watch them work, thanks.
Anyway, Paul and I met up at Dad's brother's house and loaded his belongings into the truck and hauled them over to the new apartment. The place is very nice--bright, airy, balcony, fantastic eighth-floor view of farms and woods. Paul and I approved.
We hogged one of the elevators and got everything upstairs, then went out to Dad's storage unit for the rest of his stuff, and hauled that up. Dad didn't have a bed, so we called around and found a furniture store that was open in downtown Saginaw. Here's where we needed the truck for sure! We got a basic bed, squeezed it into the elevator, and set it up in the apartment.
Paul and I left Dad in the apartment and went to Meijer, a 24-hour grocery and department store, where we bought a bunch of basic apartment stuff Dad didn't have. It was like setting up a college freshman in a new dorm! Dad can drive and shop on his own, but he's literally never lived on his own in his entire life, and there's a bunch of stuff it would simply never occur to him to buy until he actually needed it (like a shower curtain, bath mat, spray cleaner, etc.). So we got him those things, along with a few groceries to get him through a couple-three days. This we delivered back to the apartment.
I put sheets on the bed while Paul whipped his computer together (no Internet yet--he'll have to do that on his own later) and helped Dad put the food away. Then we set up the bathroom.
By now it was 9:30, and we were exhausted. The only thing we didn't do that was on our list was get him a dresser. Well, you can't get everything done.
Now he's safely ensonced in his new place, with a lot of unpacking to do to keep him busy! :)
This is the problem when you have a truck--you're stuck helping people move.
As moves go, this wasn't =too= bad. Very little furniture was involved. Dad had arranged for a couch and love seat to be delivered, so the only furniture we had to move was a small kitchen table and chairs and a rocking chair. This is good--I'm fifty years old and at my age, I don't move furniture. I hire people to move furniture for me and watch them work, thanks.
Anyway, Paul and I met up at Dad's brother's house and loaded his belongings into the truck and hauled them over to the new apartment. The place is very nice--bright, airy, balcony, fantastic eighth-floor view of farms and woods. Paul and I approved.
We hogged one of the elevators and got everything upstairs, then went out to Dad's storage unit for the rest of his stuff, and hauled that up. Dad didn't have a bed, so we called around and found a furniture store that was open in downtown Saginaw. Here's where we needed the truck for sure! We got a basic bed, squeezed it into the elevator, and set it up in the apartment.
Paul and I left Dad in the apartment and went to Meijer, a 24-hour grocery and department store, where we bought a bunch of basic apartment stuff Dad didn't have. It was like setting up a college freshman in a new dorm! Dad can drive and shop on his own, but he's literally never lived on his own in his entire life, and there's a bunch of stuff it would simply never occur to him to buy until he actually needed it (like a shower curtain, bath mat, spray cleaner, etc.). So we got him those things, along with a few groceries to get him through a couple-three days. This we delivered back to the apartment.
I put sheets on the bed while Paul whipped his computer together (no Internet yet--he'll have to do that on his own later) and helped Dad put the food away. Then we set up the bathroom.
By now it was 9:30, and we were exhausted. The only thing we didn't do that was on our list was get him a dresser. Well, you can't get everything done.
Now he's safely ensonced in his new place, with a lot of unpacking to do to keep him busy! :)
