So, Sissy & I drove all the way up to Wisconsin last week (hence the week-long absence) to help Mom get her house ready to sell.
There was much to do - stain a fence, spread mulch, clean a garage, move large stuff into the garage, paint a bedroom, general staging, etc.
All this cleaning/moving resulted in several pieces of wood. Mom pulled out the trusty saw and saw horses, cut them up into manageable, carriable pieces. Since it was trash day and the trash truck hadn't been by, we hauled them to the curb.
Not the curb at the end of the driveway mind you. No, they had to be hauled to the end of the block, and she lives on the "loooooooooong" side of the block. Mom's street was tore up for complete re-paving. (Yeah, we totally had to haul all our luggage and what-not that far too.)
After two or three trips, it was all down there, kind of hanging into the street a bit. Definitely taking up a preemo parking space right at the corner.
We worked all day in the 90 degree heat, cleaned ourselves up and headed out for the evening.
We walked aaaaaallllllll the way down to the car.
The trash was gone.
The recycling was gone.
The wood was not gone.
We left anyway.
When we got back - around 9:30 - the wood was still sitting there. Not even the rubbish scavengers were interested.
We made our way aaaaaallllll the way back to the house. After we got inside, my mom was just beside herself fidgeting.
We really should go get that wood. It's taking up a space where someone could park. I don't want anyone getting upset at me.
Mom, I don't think anyone knows you left the wood down there. We can just go get it tomorrow if it's still there.
No, someone might know I put it down there. And there isn't a lot of parking. And I'm just not going to sleep tonight knowing . . .
I looked outside.
It was dark.
No one was around.
No one was going to see us going down to get the wood. No one would know my mother left the wood down there if we went and got it tonight. If we waited until morning, we would definitely be seen and anyone who may have gotten upset about the wood taking up a perfectly good parking space would know it was her. Blah, blah, blah.
Fine, let's go get it.
There was a lot of wood so we decided to take the wheelbarrow to haul it back. My mom's house is over 60 years old and I swear so is the wheelbarrow we were using. It very well could be, it used to be my grandfather's and he died almost 20 years ago. So it creaks and groans even when it's empty.
Every bump in the sidewalk (and there are many because it may also be 60 years old) makes the wheelbarrow jump. When it lands it makes that "thunder" noise. You know the sound, the one every kid loves to make it by shaking a found piece of sheet metal. It's friggin' loud!
Here we are, in the cloak of darkness, taking the wheelbarrow aaaaaalllllll the way down to the corner to pick up the wood.
For crying out loud. Get out the metal trashcan lids, pots and pans and some wooden spoons. We could have had an old fashioned parade! The neighbors would be thrilled!
So much for going quietly.
As we approached the end of the street, I noticed a beacon of light showing us the way.
No it wasn't the moon.
It was a street light.
Shining right down on the pile of wood.
So much for our cloak of darkness too.
- On the way back, because there was some weight in the wheelbarrow, it didn't make as much noise.
- We only had to make two trips to get all the wood back to the house. Since the wheelbarrow was so noisy, I didn't even bother taking the wood out, I just dumped it (with a loud clatter) into a pile on the driveway.
- We are only aware of one neighbor witnessing our "stealthiness" - they just happened to get home later than we did, like while we were retrieving our contraband wood.
- Mom's house was in pretty good shape when we left. Hopefully, she'll have the house sold and be moved down near us by Halloween.