Moving the Trailer

Well that was fun. I heard a bit of thunder and said to Laura, “Oh man, I totally forgot to empty the trailer and move it out to the back. I need to get my car inside.” You see, I have a fear of hail raining down on my nice gray paint.

She suggested that we get up and get it done. I have a feeling she’s a little sick of hearing me say that I need to do things. She probably prefers a man of action – something I used to be, before the fatigue of Jiu-Jitsu. But I’ll be back. It only lasts a few days and after my body heals up, I’m usually better than ever.

We walked out into the garage, pulled the trailer ahead slightly and let down the back gate. From there, we unloaded everything it held. It only took a few minutes, but now we have a house full of bins. If history is any indication, they’ll be sitting here for eternity. I, for one, am not interested in unpacking junk from bins. Especially junk I haven’t seen or used in months. You could throw all the contents in a dumpster for all I care.

After the trailer was emptied, I picked the front of it up and rolled it only the front lawn. Thing is – this trailer is pretty heavy. The total weight is 990 pounds and the front part that I was lifting had to be at least 100. I’m just guessing here, but I know it was heavy. That, compounded with me trying to move it forward at the same time, made for one sweaty event. The rain began right after I started moving it outside.

I’m not going to complain about the rain though. It smelled so good. It was warm to the touch and came down pretty fast. Laura was in the garage sitting in her car, savoring the fact that she was reunited with it once again. It’s been four months that she’s started it and pushing the ignition button felt very good – I’m assuming. She backed out of the garage and called me over to the passenger seat. She wanted to go for a drive around the block. When we discuss the car, she informs me that it “tells her to do bad things.” I’m sure it does. Ask Seth. He drove it from Connecticut to Florida and I’m sure it did the same thing to him. I’ve yet to drive a car that handles like hers. It’s like it’s on rails.

Anyway, I went and sat beside her and she backed out of the driveway. She just did a simple loop around the neighborhood and embraced the fact that the union was complete. I keep threatening her with driving it to Jiu-Jitsu because it would save on gas. It’s also sweet to cruise around in – that’s the real reason. Well, the gas too.

After we were back, I lifted the trailer once more, to push off the front lawn. The air was all muggy from the rain and the humidity was coming from the ground – you could see it. In true Florida fashion, I ignored the sweat that was dripping from my face and continued to push the trailer on the driveway. Laura came over to help and we finally got the wheels over the hump of the pavers and concrete in their way. That’s when we took our first rest.

After talking for a few minutes and discussing how on earth we were going to get the trailer in the back yard, I just lifted and pushed. I got some speed and Laura came running behind me to help push at one of the sides. I yelled, “Keep going!!!” and we kept going – all the way up the side lawn and around the bend of the back yard. When we made it around the corner, I had to drop the front for a break. My hands had indents from the edges of the steel and were in pain. But after a few moments of that, I knew we had only a few more feet to go. I lifted and we pushed, right into the trailer’s new home. For a few days or so. I’m probably going to advertise it for sale on Craigslist or something. I bought it for one purpose and that was to get our stuff to Florida. After this one, I want an enclosed.