It was a busy and difficult week plus, and I was too tired to post last Friday. The things that go wrong with clearing out a house often have zippo to do with cleaning out a house. On their first dump run, the men were forced to call roadside assistance to tow the pickup from the dump! They had turned it off when dumping and it wouldn’t start, an ongoing problem since before Ruby three years ago. They had to push She, Who Shall Not Be Named (pickup’s name) out of the dump because the dump was locking the gate. Then the scheduled tow never came, so a second tow was dispatched. Three hours later, the Bean collected them from the fix-it shop.
Without the pickup, they decided to rent a moving truck from U-Haul. There was heated discussion regarding what they needed to rent. Young Mr. GT thought another pickup would do; Mr. Happy said a panel van was more than adequate and covered in case of (and there was much of it) rain; but my Bean insisted that they should get a real moving truck of the smallish variety – 10 ft. – because it not only gave them cover, but they didn’t have to crouch over inside. They only difference was a slightly higher mileage fee per mile. They caved: Bean won. Turned out that the greater capacity because of the height also meant fewer trips to the dump, to the house, or to Auntie Sara’s house with some things we’d been saving for her were fewer and fuller. My bean is so smart.
But on day one or two of the rental truck, Mr. Happy had to call roadside assistance again. He’d locked the keys in the rental. And then the next day – or was it the same day? – the days blur somewhat, Ruby suffered from a stutter and go problem. She just refused to go without a series of stop and go bucking at a stoplight. The next day, Mr. Happy took her to the repair shop but they said she had to go to the Ford dealer. So off they went, Mr. Happy driving Ruby with Young Mr. GT following in the newly fixed pickup, She, and her long overdue new fuel pump. They made it about half way before Ruby simply stopped and refused to go. Hello, roadside assistance? We need a tow. This one came in only 30 minutes. Whew.
Much time was spent on waiting for roadside assistance and less on the actual business of sorting, dumping, gifting to Goodwill, or moving items, but much was accomplished with the help of Young Mr. GT, Auntie Glenda, and Mr. Happy. I think the Bean directed traffic. It’s not quite done, but there will be some re-directing and shifting of “stuff” on Monday after a suitable recovery period. Bean suffered a bent knee issue and back problems during the week, and she’s still trying to get over that. But they claim they can see Russia from their back yard. Not sure what that means.
So until next week, I’ll be outside with my binoculars, looking for Russia. They say it’s out there.