I’ve got this theory that rain is not the specialty of southern California’s meteorologists.
This weekend was the last hurrah of the short-lived “move Jake out of his apartment” movement, but the weather reports all said it was going to rain. Well, it had actually been raining all week (and before), and I’d just been stuffing boxes into cars while getting pretty wet. I got very lucky and the rain happened to frequently died down just as I was headed out the door.
So we look at the weather report for the weekend: Saturday- Heavy Rain. Sunday- Rain. So Dad and I decide to do the big Furniture Move on Sunday to avoid the worst of the rain.
Cue California meteorologist motherfuckers.
Saturday ended up sporting long stretches of mist coupled with bouts of no rain, and only a couple of outright showers. It would’ve been as good a day as we could have hoped for in the midst of this unusually rainy season.
Instead, we ended up moving three tables, a dresser and a large sized bed in the middle of a fucking monsoon. We got drenched, and the furniture managed to get wet despite our wrapping each piece in several square miles of plastic (nothing that an evening in front of an electric fan won’t cure, but still…). Cars on the freeway were literally leaving wakes in their paths, like speedboats.
Okay, this whole thing is honestly my fault. “Let’s move the furniture even though it’s likely to rain” ranks near the top of the stupid scale, and it was my line. Bad Jake, no biscuit.
Super extra props to my dad for his beyond-the-call-of-duty yet desperately needed help on this Poisedeon adventure. I have taken one of his observations (which he repeated on this occasion) and turned it into folky wisdom: “rain’s not so bad when you remember it’s just water.”
Note to Jake’s LA friends: notice I didn’t make any of you help me move. Now that’s love.
Moving tip: if you’ve got stuff you simply want to get rid of, post an ad on the “free” section of craigslist. I announced that I was getting rid of some shelves and tables and stuff, and in three days I got over a hundred emails, a dozen phone calls, and eight visits from people wanting to take custody of my possessions. Nearly all of my unwanted stuff got taken. Merci beaucoup, craigslist people.
One more trip back and forth (through more rain, of course), and then I’m 5000. First day of the new job is Tuesday, interview for new job Phase 2 on Wednesday. Wish me luck.
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