I have learned how to pace myself a lot over the last year plus. There are moments that force a hand, a relative in need plus my compunction to be helpful. I truly believe this impulse was ground into me from my 18 plus years of being an identical twin. Sharing was at a level most of the world treats anywhere from an illusion to ridiculous- we are knee deep in the “Where’s mine” phase of the world.
My Mother in Law is moving. She has worked hard to shield me from typical guy assignment- she reads my pain from the moment she reads my posture- though on this occassion digging in was required. She is behind in processing what to keep/what to dump. It was causing consternation for her. This will not stand, man.
So my wife and I went to deal with the store room. It was a time machine. There was a Sanio box proclaiming not only was this 19″ wonder’s box made in the USA, but so was the TV inside. Eureka!
We found more toss than keep, but there were gems between the piles of cardboard- a Poloriod camera, a few record players, Christmas decorations made by Grandma B. and so on.
Home Depot shopping cart loaded again and again (fascinating its role considering yesterdays diatribe) taken outside to sprinkle its contents amongst garbage and recycling.
It had gotten to a point where we started taking boxes outside to break down. I eyeballed that Sanyo box, jumped up and landed on it… only to stumble, chest hitting the cart, right pinkie finger getting caught in a hole, wrenched and the front of my left leg was treated to a “what if you were a washboard moment.
Today I am feeling more ramification than proper. It is like I went three rounds in an octagon with Box Lesner.
My wife tried to console me. She is my rock. But getting served by a cardboard box was humbling, telling as well as a missed opportunity as the big prize on America’s Funniest Home Videos. So it goes.