Movers, Shakers and Breakers

We all know that Blackwifeo is a stanch Zionist. She loves this country. While she is miserable when friends and acquaintances leave, she' not one to pass up an opportunity.  Today she welcomed a new bedroom suite that till recently graced the home of Sarah (who is off to the US for an extended stay). The young, fit movers made short work of hauling the mattress and assorted bedside tables and walk-in cupboard fittings up the stairs. They made much shorter work than I did dragging the hugely heavy and ungainly monster of a bed down the stairs, out the house and onto Mel's friend's truck. I still hurt all over.


What is remarkable is that while I will pay for people to carry things we buy, I am still roped into shlepping furniture we donate to friends and family.


The professional movers are in the process of hoisting the bed up the narrow passageway to our bedroom.  I just heard a crash and some glass breaking - hmmmmm.  There goes the light fitting on the stairs. Bwo just apologized to the movers for placing a light fitting on the wall, right in their way, maybe we should rewire the house. She ordered the mover boys pizza.  One of them (long hair in pigtail and earrings) asked "Isn't this the house where blackdaughtero lives?". Hmmmmm. At least he has a job, I suppose. Just another Friday on Rehov HaNevel.