As you are reading this I am most likely moving heavy objects, or even more likely, I am directing my brother and his friend who are moving heavy objects. I’ve decided to move to a new apartment, which sadly means I will no longer be running up and down the happy, fun, fitness trail on a regular basis. I love the trail, but I do not love it at the rate of $300 a month, which is how much I will be saving by moving. They kept raising my rent every year and I finally decided the pain of moving all my earthly possessions (my very heavy earthly possessions) was worth the money I’ll be keeping in my checking account.
As I noted a few years ago, moving is great exercise! Who needs a Stairmaster when you live on the 2nd floor? I decided not to infringe too greatly on my brother’s goodwill, so I lugged all my weights to the backseat of my car myself last night. I carried a grand total of 112 pounds of metal and vinyl to the parking lot. Damn! Now that’s going to affect my gas mileage for sure.
I decided early on I did not want to haul lots of groceries out of my apartment after I’d gone to so much trouble lugging them from the grocery to the kitchen in the first place, which is why my fridge currently looks like this:
On the plus side, my grocery spending is below normal for the month because I haven’t been buying much new stuff. However, I think I started eating my way through the cupboards a little too soon, and for the past few days I’ve been opening and closing doors searching for something to eat besides peanut butter and olive oil. I opened up the freezer to see three bags of frozen mixed veggies I probably bought before Barack Obama was president. I had the best intentions purchasing them, but whenever dinnertime came I would decide I wasn’t really in the mood for veggies. Yesterday I finally thawed them and sautéed them in a pan with some olive oil and soy sauce, and DAMN, they were tasty! Who knew?
Last night the cats were blissfully ignorant of the trauma they will be experiencing soon. I have told them we’re moving and that the new place has a screened in porch that they will love. Krupke just sat in the office chair, napping, and unmoved by the news. Meanwhile, Java Bean reminded me that the only thing a kitty loves more than a laser pointer is a room full of empty boxes.