Hard at work part 2

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So, over a month ago I posted about working with these young men to help our friend get moved in. Last week our friend's current roommate asked her to move out. She told her that some friends had been asking her to move in, she'd tell them (us) that she accepted. Not saying that she was already planning on doing so. This week she came over and told me that she felt like a weight had been lifted off her, she hadn't been aware of how afraid she'd become of this woman after she hit her once a few months ago. Now, we've had these young men over 3 times working on stuff. The discussion I've posted was the first time. Nearly all that time was outside working on the sheds. The second time we worked several hours outside, and then came in and hauled stuff out of the room the friend is moving into, then moved some stuff from the other room so they could work in there to get me moved into the room. The last time was mostly putting up the doors so that the old door on the catio, that was rusting was replaced, and one was put on the room I had been in so we can now safely use it as part of our kitchen storage. Yesterday, when our guy friend, J, came over, I had him put the old window unit ac in the room and we turned it on to see if it still worked. It did. That meant, when I got up this morning, I turned it on to cool off the room. I also went over and met our future roommate for breakfast then we came back to the house. Now, the wife had been up nearly 30 hours when she went to bed last night. Unsurprisingly, she slept about 12 hours. After I unhooked her from her machine and she had "breakfast" we went into the room and started working. We worked from about 1:30 until about 6, non-stop. I had taken a chair into the room so she could sit and I did the fetching and carrying. I also took the excess stuff that really didn't belong in the room out. Most of it went into my room, because they are craft stuff. I will need to sort that stuff out. Some of the stuff needed to go into the new "over flow" pantry, or pantry west as we call what had been my room before being moved. What she could do with minimal standing and no lifting was pack up the fanzines. I would fetch boxes for her, I did do a little moving of 'zines to make them more accessible for her to pack. When she was done, we had 21 boxes. Now, these aren't necessarily the fullest boxes in the world, they aren't made to hold paper, they are actually made to hold dialysate bags. But we have them, and they are free. Meanwhile, since its July, we have some bags of dialysate that have expired. I was dumping them down the toilet, because I wasn't going to drag them outside and dump them on the grass - sorry. After the 'zines were packed, we put together a few more boxes, and she started filling them with books for her great-niece and nephew. We filled 3 more boxes, but we had a couple of books that were just too big for our boxes. She said something about waiting until she got a good sized box to send them, when I remembered seeing a large padded envelope in a box. I went over, grabbed it and it was perfect for the largest book. There was a second one that was just a trifle smaller and thinner. A little adjustment and that one went in as well. I also started a 4th box of books for the kids, but that one is no where near full - yet. I have more books for the kids, but those are in my room, and we weren't going to tackle that. After that, I rearranged things so she could get to the closet. In the closet were large CD books that we had put her CDs in oh... like 5 or 6 years ago. She's not a fan of "the cloud" and we have both lost too many things to computer failures to trust that, she keeps the CDs. You remember I said I was dumping those expired dialysate? Well, those bags come in larger boxes than the machine dialysate, because the bags are smaller than the machine bags. She filled 3 and a half boxes with those books, the books are too big to let us close the boxes, but they are contained. So, the boys are coming back on Thursday - I hope it doesn't rain! - and we want to get the one bookcase, the zine boxes and those CD boxes out to the shed. We told the new roommate that we were sorry, but those bookcases that the zines had been in were going to have to stay in the room, but we would empty them out and she was welcome to use them. She is fine with that. I suspect that I'm also going to recruit the boys to help me in the dialysis store room. Now that those 5 boxes are out of the room, I have a bit of space to move stuff down. Since I'm only 5 feet tall, and some of these boxes are over my head, I don't want to try and take them down... for some strange reason. So, it has been a productive weekend. I, for one, am going to hurt like anything, but a fraction of what was done would've gotten done without the wife being in there working. Sometimes when there is more than one working, more than twice the work gets done.