Heavy Sofas

This weekend we moved into a different apartment. Same complex. Different apartment.

The new apartment is SO much nicer. I am much happier with it. When we moved into the first, little did we know that the vents and the floor leaked cigarette smoke due to the tenants below us being unable to breathe oxygen based air.

Aside from that, the new apartment has a second bathroom, a gas fireplace, and is much bigger with a nicer floor plan.

The problem, however, was moving heavy furniture into the new environment. Down one flight of stairs, across the parking lot, and up 2 flights of stairs. My brothers were all busy. All but my brother Daniel, who promised to come and help me. He was supposed to arrive on Friday night..... come Friday night he was drunk and arguing with his ex girlfriend about stupid shit and he wouldn't even talk to me. He relayed a message through his ex that he would come down in the morning to help......

Saturday morning I tried calling Daniel.... no answer. We had rented a moving truck on Friday and already had it reserved for 2 days. I couldn't move the damn couches myself.  Luckily my co-worker Rick had said if we still needed help he could help us on Sunday morning. I was upset, but not too concerned.

Que major disagreement between Duane and I...... (that continued late into Saturday night and early Sunday morning)

I sat at the computer and started playing solitaire. Trying to take my mind off of my life.

10 minutes later my brother walks through the door. I was so happy to see him I started sobbing.  He helped move everything heavy.  He didn't complain at all. He didn't ask for anything in return.

My brother is who he is I realized. I might not understand why he does some things the way he does but I love him. He's a really good guy.