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captainsblogThat's a quote from Ah-nold playing Mr. Freeze in the film George Clooney's spent the last 15 years trying to get everybody to forget. And fitting for the occasion, for the missus and I just spent the past hour moving a full-size freezer from our neighbor's cellar into our garage.
For Mr. Freeze, he did indeed strike back. After this whole girlyman of a winter, with barely two measurable snowfalls, both melted and gone within five days, when did we slot in to perform this move but the one morning it actually did snow? Not lake-effect squally, but heavy wet flaky, in-your-face and stuck-to-everything snow. Plus it had been raining up until an hour before we made the move, so everything under that coating was wet, mushy mess.
And as I write, the deed now done, the snow has stopped.
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All in all, not so bad as heavy equipment moving goes. Eleanor prepped the beast with a wraparound strap, and brought some lengthy 2x6s to make into an improvised ramp- that we never used, because the stairway from Sally's cellar is so narrow and, in the end, short, it was easier to just bump it up one step at a time and into (well, next to) the waiting truck bed.
Never mind the shitty mileage, I said, it's days like this that I'm glad we didn't trade that thing in for a Prius.
Undoing it on our end was even easier; gravity was our friend this time, and Eleanor had prepped the garage spot where it will now reside.
I suspect she'll have her own tales about it all, as well, but we make a pretty good team. Even without the rubber nipples in our Batsuits.
For Mr. Freeze, he did indeed strike back. After this whole girlyman of a winter, with barely two measurable snowfalls, both melted and gone within five days, when did we slot in to perform this move but the one morning it actually did snow? Not lake-effect squally, but heavy wet flaky, in-your-face and stuck-to-everything snow. Plus it had been raining up until an hour before we made the move, so everything under that coating was wet, mushy mess.
And as I write, the deed now done, the snow has stopped.
----
All in all, not so bad as heavy equipment moving goes. Eleanor prepped the beast with a wraparound strap, and brought some lengthy 2x6s to make into an improvised ramp- that we never used, because the stairway from Sally's cellar is so narrow and, in the end, short, it was easier to just bump it up one step at a time and into (well, next to) the waiting truck bed.
Never mind the shitty mileage, I said, it's days like this that I'm glad we didn't trade that thing in for a Prius.
Undoing it on our end was even easier; gravity was our friend this time, and Eleanor had prepped the garage spot where it will now reside.
I suspect she'll have her own tales about it all, as well, but we make a pretty good team. Even without the rubber nipples in our Batsuits.