Storage Schlep

Out of curiosity, I tried- and failed- to do a bridge. A bridge is like a backbend, but instead of doing it from a standing position and bending over backwards, you lie on the floor on your back and push yourself up on your hands and feet. Or try to. Turns out that I’m both too stiff and too weak in upper body strength to accomplish this.
I’m a little bit disappointed in myself about this: I was never very bendy, but I could generally manage a bridge pretty handily. So the loss of even this minimal bit of flexibility is disappointing. I really need to limber up. And build some strength. As it is, though, I’m lucky to just go running once a week. Doubly lucky this weekend since I got to go running twice- and the weather was beautiful for it instead of being scorchingly hot. But mostly my life is very sedentary and it’s starting to catch up with me. 

This weekend, at least, was quite physically active. The goal of Sunday was to begin moving stuff into our new storage shed. At present, much of our ‘storage’ (i.e. junk too good too get rid of) is warehoused in the Curmudgeonly Lion’s workshop. Considering that he has recently discovered the delights of OfferUp, Letgo, and Facebook marketplace, He has been happily outfitting himself with secondhand tools of all kinds, and the workshop has also been packed wall to wall with toys that he doesn’t have space to play with. 

So the goal of the day was to get one shelving unit extracted from the workshop and assembled in the shed. This involved unloading it, box by box, disassembling it down to the rails, dusting everything, reassembling the shelves in the shed, and then moving all the boxes a second time. We succeeded in getting everything into the shed, and the shelves assembled, but nothing is yet organized. Or on the shelves, for that matter, since we decided we wanted to stabilize things against earthquakes before loading the shelves again. But progress was made. There is now an empty spot that I can point to and say: that’s what I accomplished this weekend. 

I had an ulterior motivation to get those boxes moved: a week or so ago I remembered a sketchbook in which I’d started writing a graphic novelette that suddenly I had to look at again. I’m not sure why it came to mind, or what I expected to find in it, but I felt compelled to seek it out and it had to be in one of the boxes deeply entrenched in storage. I haven’t found it yet, but I was able to extract a few likely boxes where I might find it. Looks like I’ll have my work cut out for me tonight. 

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on September 18, 2017.

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