Mother B (the owner of the house I’m in) is here, after a protracted move-out. She did the vast majority of the packing herself, and drove out from California towing a trailer (the 17 foot truck was stuffed, as was the 12 foot trailer). The unloading took about 3 hours total, and the truck is on its way back to U-Haul. Her cats apparently are no worse for the adventure and are ensconced in the master bathroom.
From an unloader’s point of view, she mostly has boxes of books and furniture, with a few lamps and a lot of pillows thrown in for good measure. It was fun to work up a pretty good sweat in the Fort Worth summer; humidity is something I’ve only transiently experienced and it’s as bad as I thought it would be.
