So, here I sit, in the frozen tundra that is New England, trying to figure out what to do next.   In all reality, I’d like to be heading somewhere warmer, certainly more exciting.   Unfortunately, that isn’t an option just yet.   It’s quite difficult to enjoy the sights when you’re doing some form of rain dance to keep warm.   It’s equally as difficult to move furniture.
          For the last six years, I’ve owned and operated a moving labor business.   Yesterday, I moved a customer’s woodworking equipment in ten degree weather.   There’s nothing like moving a 300 pound wood planer in a couple of inches of snow.   Really, though, it was the wind that made it difficult to bear, but my face wasn’t quibbling over the difference.
          Work sucks, no matter how you slice it.   I have to say, though, that moving other people’s things is almost always an adventure.    The customers always have a particular piece of furniture that they want moved to justify hiring us, and we can usually figure out exactly what that object is,… like a 500 pound fish tank that needs to be carried around the house to the walk-in basement.
          “Can you hoist this recliner couch up to the 3rd floor porch and bring it inside?”
          “This is why you hired us, isn’t it?”
          “Yep,” the customer says with a chuckle.
          As harried as the jobs can be, it’s the sense of accomplishment afterward and the stories shared at parties that make it worthwhile, like the slack-jawed faces I get when I show the picture of myself standing next the bedpost we carried in that is as tall as me and consists of an actual log.
          It just goes to show that adventure can be found just about anywhere, if you know how to look.    You know you’ve done something right when you look back at some of those difficult moments and smile because you wouldn’t change it if you could.
          This one job, we carried a….