Stairs

Oh my.

We've taken three loads to the new apartment. She packed the first two on Monday. I packed the third one yesterday.

It is four flights up to our third floor apartment.

Carrying two 24-pound buckets of powdered milk Monday was do-able. Carrying two buckets of sugar yesterday did me in. We've got 600 pounds of wheat to move up as well as stacks of canned goods.

Not to mention books.

The furniture will come later. We won't be moving appliances. That still leaves one chest of drawers, the love seat, 9 bookcases, the kitchen table and a Queen-size mattress.

The books (and other stuff) in boxes in the garage will be re-sorted with a four-flight mind-set as a filter. I'm thinking it's give away time.

Stairs trump sentimentality.