Sunday Funnies 2014.06.29

We spent yesterday moving my elderly father from one residence to another, where he will get a higher level of care. He's a little too old and weak to help with the physical part of moving, but he's still sharp enough to 'supervise.'

When we agreed to help Dad move, we didn't know the elevator wasn't working. So after hours of carrying heavy boxes and furniture up 3 floors, we were wiped out. When he asked us to search for his favorite vase, no one moved.

"I'll give a bottle of Scotch to whoever finds it," he shouted.

Within minutes, my nephew found the vase.

"Good," said Dad. "Now look for the Scotch."

When my father decided to move after his retirement, he invited us to his home to take a few pieces of furniture he wanted us to have. One item was beautiful but very heavy -- an antique dining-room set. Our teenage son helped us wrestle the set into our truck. It took the whole day, but finally the table, chairs, and china cabinet were sitting in our dining room.

"Just think," I said as I admired the furniture while my son sat resting. "This set is 100 years old. And someday, it will belong to you."

"Oh, no!" he replied with a stricken look on his face. "You mean I'm going to have to move this thing AGAIN?"

Moving Dad's curio cabinet.

My sister, who thinks she knows what she's doing.

My brother-in-law, tasked with moving the refrigerator.

The DBA name for our moving group.