The movers I hired yesterday showed right smack dab at 7:30 this morning. I only asked them to move three pieces of furniture, a giant-ass 1″ thick pile heavy wool rug, and a heavy old CRT TV. I’ve used this company before, and knew all about their three hour/$400 minimum. No problem. These were five items that were simply too heavy for a couple of old fogies like ourselves to move, although we got our giant china hutch over there by ourselves.
They did a great job, and didn’t even scratch the finish on the chest of drawers or big dresser.
We can, and have, moved some pretty large, and heavy, furniture by ourselves, but that job was … no fucking way.
What had me chuckling a bit was that one of the two guys asked me if my current house is for sale. My answer was “We haven’t put it on the market yet, but we will.” The other guy was all “you have lovely furniture,” when he saw what we had already moved over there. Yeah, well, when half of it is over 100 years old, and most of the rest is only 75 years old, which doesn’t qualify it for antique status, it’s going to be solid stuff. I love antiques. If you need another piece of furniture, get an antique. It’s going to be a whole lot better built, and cheaper, if you can find what you want — especially if the dealer is willing to bargain.
Seems Nick is off his meds again… as shown by his twitter and the links he’s posting from it.
Oh, no, not again. *SMH*
Yep, Nicky apparently chewed his way through the straps and tunneled out under the pen they built for him, because he’s Twitter rampaging, old-school… loads of name-calling and all the rest, as bad as he ever was. Someone should alert the new minders, because they’ve been doing a really good job for months… but somehow Nicky seems to have found a way to slip past them.
Ironically, all Nicky is doing is making a stronger case that he needs to be institutionalized. Someday that’s probably what he’ll get.