Day Three: Of Bird and Bathing

he uneventfulness of move days 1 and 2 were appreciated.  Nothing fell off the truck or broke (that we know of).  No one got hurt.  It was, for the most part, mundane moving.

Then came day three.

Todd and I got up and headed back to my townhouse for yet another day of just the two of us moving items out.  There were a couple larger items and several items that were lightweight but took up a lot of space.

We packed all these items on the truck and trailer and as we were unloading into the new house a bird flew in.  First, it flew into the room that would be my office.  We tried to direct it out the door, but instead it flew down the hall and into the living room.  The living room has amazingly high ceilings.

Picture Todd with a broom and me with a big broken down box trying to shoo this poor tiny little bird out the door.  Every time we'd get it close to the opening, it would fly up and bang itself against the big picture window.

I put the cardboard in front of the glass, then it flew into the room to be Todd's office.  It was in here that we covered it with a box, slid a piece of cardboard under it and carried it outside to freedom.

Approximate time:  30 minutes
Materials:  Broom ($10), box ($2.50)

Entertainment Value of seeing two adults running around the house looking insane:  Priceless

Todd and I figured there was only one load of stuff left at my house and he had agreed to take Monday off to meet the carpet cleaners there anyway, so we decided we deserved a shower and some sleep.

I went into the bathroom and ran water--only cold water was coming out.  I ran it a little longer--still cold.  I figured the pilot light must be out.

Todd investigated to find that the gas had been unhooked.  Apparently, when you have a propane tank for gas they unhook it if the house is going to be empty.

Although the icy cold washrag rubdown I gave myself was invigorating after a day of moving, it didn't hold a candle to a hot shower.