The NBA Playoffs are here.
I am a long time, die hard, Indiana Pacers fan. I want to make sure they can hear me via the tv when I give them helpful advice, so I tend to speak somewhat loud at the tv during the game. It is currently game 4 at Atlanta and the #1 seed Pacers are down 2-1 to the #8 seed Atlanta Hawks and after being down 10 points in the 3rd, the Pacers made a comeback so I have been “giving advice” to the Pacers.
Today it is sunny and warm, we have the windows open, and there is a church group here at the park this weekend.
I must remember the windows are open…
Thursday, Pauline and I went to Troutdale to deal with our storage unit. It was holding the last remaining “house furniture” we owned. We wanted to give it a year before we tried to get rid of it, which is exactly what we did, however I kind of wish we tried to sell it off when we was still at the house.
While speaking to another volunteer he suggested trying a consignment store which is something we never thought of. That was the stress of keeping this storage unit, how will we do this? The only answer was to go down to the Portland area for a week or two and try and sell it on our own which is something we just did not want to do since it always came back to the “what if we can’t sell it?”.
We made advanced plans to have a mover suggested by the consignment shop, meet us at 12:30 pm at the storage unit. Pauline and I left here at 7am and arrived at the storage unit at 11am. We moved our King sized mattress to our other storage unit that has our personal items, rearranged that, and put some items into it while taking some items out while we waited.
12:30pm came and went with no phone call from the mover, we waited until 1pm before we started calling him, then we called the office and then we call the consignment shop who said they would try and contact him and let us know ASAP.
We started to do some other small errands that we had planned to do, but was worried that if we stopped at the greek restaurant that we loved, the mover would call and would when we placed our order and its on the other side of town. So we went to the pub next door to the storage unit where we have tried 2 other times but have yet to have a meal that was “good” or even decent. This time would be no different.
The mover finally called and told us he had a flat tire and would be 3 hours or so late… Had this call taken place 10 minutes earlier, I could have been eating a kick ass gyro and not terrible soup…
Ok, whatever, we still had errands to do, so we spent the next few hours going from store to store and then heading back to the storage unit that we waited another 45 minutes before the mover arrived. It took about 45 minutes for them to load everything so that meant we was about 15 minutes late for meeting a friend for dinner.
We met our friend, ate some decent food (At a place that usually was really good food), laughed, talked for a few hours before Pauline and I had to drive the 4 hours back home. We got home around 11:15pm and took time to shower and chill out some before we went to bed around 12:15am.
It was nice to see Troutdale, and the few changes we noticed, but over all, I am much happier living a nomadic lifestyle then a stationary one. We drove by our old house and noticed that the neighbor finally fixed his privacy fence, but other then that, our old house/neighborhood looked the same.
Pacers up 3 with 8.9 left…
StReSsInG…
PACERS WIN!
