Well, that freezer won’t move itself…

I don’t know how this happened.  But in the process of being neighborly (and avoiding some housework I had planned for the evening), I somehow ended up moving a stand-up freezer.

It all started innocently enough.   A few weeks back, AM’s father had given us an old Radio Flyer riding toy that I think he had had when he was a kid.  Overall the toy was in great shape.   Basically I need to give the wood a little SWP (sandpaper, woodfiller and paint) and our daughter would be whizzing around the block in no time.

Of course, I said all that several weeks ago.  My innate sense of laziness has had other things to say about my new found can-do attitude.

But little by little I’ve made some progress.  And by progress I mean that I’ve run some sandpaper over the surface to take down the worst of the splinters.  Tonight I had intended on spending a pleasant evening on the front porch applying some wood filler.

As I walked out however, I spied one of my neighbors tending her garden across the street.  I looked down at the epoxy that I had yet to mix and then back across the street.  ”Maybe she’ll have some extra vegetables she’d be willing to part with,” I thought.  And so I abandoned my work to go say a quick hello.

As it turned out she had just picked some really excellent peas and cucumbers, more than her household could consume.  And so I was laden down with a bag containing some of the excess capacity.  I was about to go on home with produce in hand when I noticed her next door neighbors trundling what looked like a stand-up freezer towards their basement stairs.

“Need any help?”  my friend and I asked.

“Why yes…yes we do.”

So tonight I found myself involved in the overly-complicated process of bringing a stand-up freezer down into the basement of a house with a very narrow staircase.  I’m not entirely sure how that happened as I had intended just to pop over to shirk my own work.  But there I was, gently scraping my fingers along the rough walls of the staircase with a sizable freezer looming over me.

I did get a cookie out of it, though, so…you know…there’s that.

Ah well, I’ve got two days before the girls come home.  Plenty of time to finish the chores.