The Great Senior Moving Day Adventure

I mentioned in my most recent post that I liked to be needed sometimes. Well, I’m pleased to report that, this weekend, as we moved The Practical One back onto campus, I was definitely needed.

Oh yes, I was needed.

Down the steps of the rented house.

Across the town.

Out of the car.

Down the hill.

Up the stairs.

And into the new room.

4,728 times.

I counted.

On Friday the 13th.

With a heat index of 296 degrees.

And a broken air conditioner.

(Residence Life gets an A+ for quick repair, though.)

All in all, it was a fun few days. I don’t think I’ve mentioned that my niece attends the same university and is the best friend in the world to The Practical One. They share a suite and, basically, a life.

 This makes it easy to ride tandem with my sister on all things collegiate. She and I spent an extra night in Macon to make sure that all was settled ...and do a wee bit of shopping the next day…

We sent Super Dad home looking a bit like a Clampett in a pick up overstuffed with the summer furniture.

It took a day and a half to complete the move in. I had planned to take the shiny red Kodak on an idea tour, but I was too needed to do much of that. I did snap just a few shots of things that I liked from the Senior Move-In Adventure.

I like…

The way they roll their t-shirts instead of layering them.

At Mercer (probably like most universities) they apparently give a t-shirt souvenir for every event, large or small. Rolling the shirts allows them to access the one that they want without toppling an entire pile. Like it.

I like...

Bed skirts.

Unfortunately, The Practical One doesn’t like them. She’s an outie like her dad. My niece, however, is an innie like me and likes her stuff secured out of sight. My sister made this great bed skirt for her.

The floral fabric separates two panels. This allows her to access under the bed storage without lifting the entire heavy skirt. It matches her valances.

I like…

This lightweight photo board.

It belongs to a friend who allowed the intrusion of a shiny red Kodak. She made it from lightweight corkboard panels covered in fabric. I wish that I had gotten a better picture. Like it.

 And that’s all I have.

I never even got a picture of the finished room.

It was entirely too hectic

 as we tried to navigate in the frenzy

 created by

one yakking blogger,

one silent super dad,

one organized sister,

   two excited daughters,

a bevy of chatty girlfriends,

and one helpful young man

apparently auditioning for the role of boyfriend
 to one of them.

Just another day in college paradise. And next week, I get to do it all over again.

Isn’t it great to be needed?