Oh, bugger

This morning I got a call from the firm we rented our pod from.  They said they’d had a call from somebody who said he was with the police department, and that some of our neighbors are complaining about having to maneuver around the pod.

I don’t think it’s yet got to the point of tickets; I didn’t see anything posted on the pod when I came home this evening.  But getting the police in, even potentially, Escalated Things.  Ready or no, we’re going to have to move all L’s stuff, and M’s books, back into the house at once so I can tell the company to come get the thing.

Is anyone local available, on very short notice, to lend hands or a back, perhaps?  My left arm is still weak from wrenching it when I fell out of the bath the other day.

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I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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