Had a lovely massage with a client Sunday morning, then while chatting with 
Albadger, he mentioned that he needed some help delivering a recliner to -h (henare). I, in my largesse, volunteered Big John in SF (bigjohnsf), knowing that I was already going to using his van to go grocery shopping, asked John if I could instead go help deliver the chair, promising him that they’d fuel the van for him. He agreed, and off we went.
If you’ve never been to the Badgerpad, then you don’t know that he lives up in the hills of San Leandro, and he has an amazing view of the bay. He had been able to maneuver the heavy chair out to the deck in the back yard, but his yard is very steep, and needed some help to get it up around the house and to the street level, which is easily a 30-foot change in elevation from the deck level to the street. I reconnoitered the path and decided that it was too narrow to traverse with the two of us carrying the chair, so I heaved the chair up onto my shoulders (with some help from Albadger), and trudged that climb. That chair weighs around 125 pounds.
Once we got the chair loaded into the van, we fueled it up, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and headed across the San Mateo bridge, up 101 to Henry’s place. I unloaded the chair, and left it up to them to get it up his stairs, and I took off, mission accomplished.
While we were eating, my phone rang, and it was my “cousin,” Jason. He’d promised he’d call me, but as I was eating with Al, I told him I’d call him back in ten minutes, which I did, but I got an “unavailable” message, so I kept trying to call him over the course of the drive to Henry’s. No luck, but there’s always today.
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