The greatness in the day really came much later in the evening, when there was a sudden change in plans.
CHANGE IN PLANS: We're moving tomorrow morning, 7:30am, not tomorrow evening, 11pm.
Such a drastic change in plans poses a problem, Hulk's closes at midnight but members don't usually finish training till about 12:30am. An additional problem rose when members didn't finish till 12:45am and then insisted they treat us to a post training meal out. I went, we both went, but I only lasted till about 1:30am before I started falling asleep at the dinner table. I'm talking about a bobbing head, total lost in conversation concentration, and bulging my eyes out spontaneously, as if taking in more light will make me more awake.
Sticking my head out the window as we headed home helped me perk up a bit but it was the brutal fact that time was limited and I had about a zillion trillion things to do before the arrival of the movers that kept me awake. We're getting express movers, which means not only will they pack up our stuff and clean the apartment we're leaving but they'll move all our stuff to Hulk's, unpack it and then clean up both the mess they make and the rooms they furnish. That's pretty sweet if you ask me but what's not sweet is a be-ready-by 7:30am arrangement. When we arrived home, we got busy separating the "keep" from the "throw-away", going room-by-room, the both of us together. I was on a roll cleaning and sorting, that is until I went to clean the things off the fridge and came across a note my mother had written.
On my 30th birthday my mother had sent me flowers and attached to them was one of those small cards the florist provides. I had kept the card and it's been on my fridge ever since. Upon realizing the small note my prep work for this move suddenly came to a halt. The note didn't say anything grand or have much detail, it just read "Happy 30th Amy, Love Mom and Dad", but it was from my mom. It's then that I realized it was also my mother's birthday. There I sat, on the kitchen floor with this sun-faded birthday card in my hand, on my mother's birthday. She had sent me flowers and now I can no longer send her some. It was a rough reality and so ya, I cried. I never cried at my mother's funeral, nor did I cry leading up to it or after it really. Today I cried. I thought of all the birthdays I had missed with her and how she'll never even so much as be able to see this house. I found somewhat a dash of relief knowing that I had moved into this house the year after she died but still it hurt. You still think of all the could haves, would haves and should haves.
On my 30th birthday my mother had sent me flowers and attached to them was one of those small cards the florist provides. I had kept the card and it's been on my fridge ever since. Upon realizing the small note my prep work for this move suddenly came to a halt. The note didn't say anything grand or have much detail, it just read "Happy 30th Amy, Love Mom and Dad", but it was from my mom. It's then that I realized it was also my mother's birthday. There I sat, on the kitchen floor with this sun-faded birthday card in my hand, on my mother's birthday. She had sent me flowers and now I can no longer send her some. It was a rough reality and so ya, I cried. I never cried at my mother's funeral, nor did I cry leading up to it or after it really. Today I cried. I thought of all the birthdays I had missed with her and how she'll never even so much as be able to see this house. I found somewhat a dash of relief knowing that I had moved into this house the year after she died but still it hurt. You still think of all the could haves, would haves and should haves.
Snickers was all too apologetic for me being upset, though I noted he really had nothing to say sorry for. Snickers loved my mother, as did she, and I am grateful he pulled the strings he did so that I could stay longer in Canada and be by her side when she did pass away.
Late nights either make me super giddy or super emotional; that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
But back to the greatness in my day...
With a sudden change in plans and the need to rearrange and do things at Hulk's before we could even start the move, time was definitely limited. I couldn't help but feel pushed to fast forward things and get them done before work finished.
The room that I had fought so hard to make it and keep it my club office officially got designated my bedroom and I knew it meant I would have to gut it. I anticipated it being a bit difficult to do so, to gut it, so when some of my mini Hulkies offered to help me with it, I was more than happy to accept their help. And with a little 9 year old Hulkie on one end of the couch and her sister on the other, my couch was moved. There were five of them who helped take everything out of my office. I was very grateful, after all it's not always you meet amazing people in mini-sized bodies who surely have bigger hearts than one would expect. The furniture was heavy, the stuff all dusty, but my mini Hulkies took on the task of cleaning out our club office. After most had left and a few had stayed later to help with some of the smaller items, I sat down with them at our juice bar. We nibbled on roasted nuts and soy milk, and I was thankful they had helped make me a new office. I actually quite prefer it over our former one; this one was built with members.
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