My good buddy Christian accompanied me to Durham this weekend to move up the rest of Mike's stuff that we're keeping (his enormous book collection, his piles of college-era art, the bookshelves I'm going to need now.) I really don't know where we're going to put it. I couldn't afford a long-term storage building so we put most of it in the garage but, as we learned the hard way, you can't leave stuff out there indefinitely. We ended up throwing out a ton of our own old clothes and books because of mildew. So this is a short-term solution. All of it has tremendous sentimental value for me so I don't want to get rid of it. Looks like the only solution is to donate and dump a lot of my own stuff to make room. This coming weekend is going to be busy with trips to the Salvation Army, the dump and the houses of anyone who wants my stuff.
I just hope I'll be in any kind of shape for it by then. I managed to throw my back out pretty badly right before we left Durham. Not because I was lifting anything heavy. No, that would make too much sense. I threw my back out tying a knot!!! I was tying down the last item in the back of the van when BOOM!...I felt a little tug in the lower left and some of the most blinding pain I've ever felt. Took the wind right out of me. That good ol' Wieringo spine. #$%@!!!
Anyway, I'm back in Richmond now and it's only through the kindness and good heart of Mr. Christian Leaf that we were able to get the stuff unloaded and the van returned. Suzanne and Christian mostly unloaded everything by themselves while I limped along carting things like bookends and empty satchels. I owe Christian a debt I won't soon be able to repay.
Not only did he do the lion's share of the labor, he kept me pretty cheerful during what could have been a depressing errand. Anyone who knows Christian knows that he's always "on". His sense of humor is quick, smart and relentless. Saturday night, we were planning on getting some dinner and then catching the HALLOWEEN remake at the theater. We were tired and pretty much over it by then though, so we settled on dinner at Don Cecilio's (All praise the 32oz. frosty mug Dos Equis!) and an evening of Sci-Fi Channel's worst made-for-TV movies. We got back to Mike's house in time for the last 3-quarters of SASQUATCH MOUNTAIN and it was like watching it with the robots from MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000. Christian (and the beer) had me laughing until my sides split. And when the hot brunette from CABIN FEVER showed up, he really hit his stride.
Knowing my back was in agony didn't stop him either. All the way back today, he had me cracking up so much it made me wince. The man should be on the radio.
So, thanks Christian. For EVERYTHING!