A raw, rainy Memorial Day Weekend Saturday, which has had a bipolar quality-- I had so much fun playing pickleball this morning with my brother, Ann, and Craig-- we started at 7:30 AM at Ace in North Brunswick (they open at 6 AM?!) and played together for two hours, and then Marc and I whipped all comers ont he challenge courts until I realized I had to get out of there and help my son move out of his apartment in New Brunswick-- that was NOT so much fun and more about carrying overpacked bags of clothes and books (children don't know how to repsonsibly pack things) and tearing apart and tossing old furniture, but we got done a decent amount (although the job is not done, I will have to go back Sunday and Monday-- yuck) and now I am very sore-- I am too old to do two physical things in one day) but eagerly awaiting tonight's Knicks game.
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I once helped zwoman prepare to move (before we were married). The movers dropped off a bunch of boxes beforehand and she started packing before I got there. She thought it was a great idea to use the biggest box to pack all her books. It was like moving a piano. I showed her the boxes labeled "book box" and we transferred the books from the piano case to many book boxes.
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