Moving

Moving is quite an adventure and a very large undertaking. Especially when moving ones brother and his very, very pregnant wife. One large moving truck, two pick up trucks, three SUVs, and two subcompact  cars we successfully moved my brother and his wife out of the dump of a house they were renting into the first house they've purchased as a married couple, their starter home. Why one might ask did I get up at the butt-crack of dawn on my only day off that week to load a bunch of furniture  and boxes into the back of a moving truck and seven cars and participate in the caravan of all their worldly possessions. Shifting everything they had acquired alone and together moving it  from one zip code to the next. For beer and pizza of course. Isn't it the going rate for family and friends assisting with a move. Beer and Pizza. So that was my Saturday; get up (later than I do the rest of the week but still earlier than I would have liked for my day off) help my brother move and then drink delicious home brewed lager and eat greasy pizza. A day well spent I guess.