Moving’s daunting

Just in time for Halloween and our moving to a new apartment, my youngest son got injured. I have to agree with one of his school friends who suggested he should be kept in a bubble. This time it’s his knee. He somehow tripped over a soccer ball and is now on crutches. We are seeing the orthopedist again.

I was surprised he wanted to go trick or treating on Halloween. My older son said he should try if he wanted to. I figured at least he could wear his costume a second time. The first time was a few days before he got hurt at a Phantoms game. He was dressed as a contestant from Squid Games, but he wore his MeLVin hat. He got a head rub and attention from the real MeLVin during the costume parade.

Trick or treating did not go so well. He made it one block. Still, he got plenty of candy. I am grateful to the ambulance that stopped and gave him candy, and to our neighbors who were very generous. I guess I should say former neighbors.

The new apartment is nice. We were able to take in a little stuff the night before the move. I was glad I thought of chairs, because as I write this, I am sitting and waiting for RCN, or whatever they call themselves now. Ironically, the power isn’t on yet. Que Sera, Sera.

Moving is daunting, even without an injured preteen. But thankfully we have friends helping us.

Our last move was a lot simpler. We literally only moved half a block. My older son likes old furniture. Old furniture can be quite pretty. It also falls into two categories: delicate or very heavy. He’s acquired some since our last move. Again, thankful for strong friends.

Moving also gave me a chance to go through our clothes and see what to keep and what to discard or donate. Of course the week of the move, his pants got too small. The one pair of larger pants he put a hole in. I mended it, and then his older brother and I went to Boscovs.

The youngest is at that awkward age where he could fit men’s sizes, but the arms and legs would be much too long. Thankfully, there are youth sizes 18-20. Even better, the purchase of pants and long sleeve shirts came in a solid $20 under what I had budgeted. Yay, Boscovs! I washed all the new clothes, set aside one set for move day, packed his daddy bag for their visit the next day and put all the rest in a box for the move.

So we are now at the whirlwind of moving. I am sitting in the new apartment waiting for the power to come on, while my older son and his friends and mine back the moving van. Yipee. Then I have to go back to the old place, to drive the UHaul to the new place. Fun, fun, fun.