Physical labor! This has been a trip of physical labor. Yesterday was box day, moving them from my friend’s house to Stef’s apartment after I’d been softened up with some heavyweight shopping.
The boxes were cumbersome and heavy. The walk from my friend’s house to the car wasn’t long… but everything was cumulative. Once I got to Stef’s place the boxes needed to be lifted from the car and put on a dolly (operated by my fellow teamster Helaine) to go upstairs.
I mentioned the Dodge Grand Caravan before and I will again. This is a white box of a car with little styling. It is magical for carrying freight! The seats fold into the floor to reveal a huge cargo area. I don’t want one, but I appreciate how fortunate we were to get one.
We knew it was necessary, but not the extent.
By the time the Eagles were set to disappoint me (terrible a game) I was ready to collapse! This is more physical labor than I’ve done in a long time. I couldn’t nap because there was more.
I joined my friend Howard and our secretive friend for some Italian food. I’ve eaten so much on this trip all I wanted was a salad. Wish granted!
After dinner we went up into the hills above Encino to “Magic Matt’s” house. Matt, who is the morning man on Sirius/XM’s “70s on 7” channel has a free form Internet radio show.
I’m still not sure what it was all about, but secretive friend and I were welcomed as the fresh meat for conversation we were.
I was back at the hotel after midnight.
This is our last full day here. I have one more piece of furniture to assemble. Stef has a few more boxes to unpack. I suspect there’s more shopping to come too.
My credit card is actually glowing.