Burglarized

My good friend Sarah whom we helped move some weeks ago into her rental house in Vallejo was burglarized one week after moving in! She called upon myself and a few of her friends to help her remove into a gated apartment complex today. Darrell picked me up and we drove over the Bay bridge together to keep each other company on the long drive over. We met up with Sarah, Norma and Sarah's mother who were helping her box up items that should have been packed before we arrived. After giving me the keys to the 30 foot U-haul rental truck, I was designated driver since everyone else was too afraid to drive it and I had a better handle on driving large vehicles. Darrell and I immediately proceeded to load the large items and were joined by the everyone packing it onto the truck. Five hours later, we were done with 80 percent of the house and ready to move it into her new apartment. Maneuvering the large truck into the complex was fairly easy and the only hazard was the carport overhang which I did not want to damage. With Darrell as my escort, he guided me in the blind spots. We quickly unloaded everything in under three hours. Perspiring, exhausted and hungry, we took a quick break. As Sarah's diligence in setting up her apartment to a normalcy grew urgent, so did our departure from moving the rest of her belongings. Darkness swiftly descended upon us and it was time to take the truck back. With all of the unloading completed, our weary bones tired and ready to make the long journey home. Thoughts of a long hot shower and a nice glass of wine quickly snapped back to reality as we advised our dear friend to call 1-800-MOVERS the next time she needs a hand.

Moving day

for our good friend Sarah started at 11:30am at her house in Vallejo. Sarah is in the process of a divorce from her hubby Ron of fifteen years, due in part to Ron's infidelity. Unforeseen, abrupt and swift was his insistence for a divorce, it caught Sarah by surprise and completely off guard. She was devastated! And we were devastated for her. The story is one-sided because we've heard Sarah's view but can only see the anguish in her emotions and hurt in her eyes. On this day, we, Cecile, Darrell, myself and Sarah's two friends and partners of 12 years, Lori and Laurie, helped her move from her "married" two story house to a ranch house overlooking Mare Island and the bay-lands. With the use of my truck and her u-haul rental, we were able to assist with a majority of her moving the larger and heavier items. It was a move that she was prepared but unprepared for and in it's finality, taking us into the darkness of the evening with her two beloved and very friendly pit-bull dogs running out of the house like a pair of well muscled race horses, into the unknown. With our last haul packed in the truck, Sarah needed to find her pets. Cecile, Darrell and I offloaded the last of her items in her new home and called Sarah to see if she found her pets. A saddened, No, came from Sarah's soft voice over the cell phone. It was 7:30pm and we were exhausted from our moving day. Feeling a little guilty for not helping her find her pets, we proceeded on our long journey home. Approximately, thirty minutes later, Sarah called to let us know that she found her pets at their "sitters" house, safe and warm. She thanked us profusely for our giving up a day of rest to come and help her move and knew that she had good friends that she could rely on. In spite of the rainy weather, lost pets and hard work, all of us we're relieved as we sighed an end to a productive day.