The handtruck

When Stephanie & I lived in Kansas City circa 2001, we bought two air conditioners when we couldn't afford even one. We were new to the city, and it was 105° outside, maybe hotter inside.

Steph found money in the budget for one air conditioner, for the bedroom, so we could possibly sleep. She found it at a sale price, and since we didn't have a car, our plan was to bus to the store, buy the air conditioner, and then call a cab to get it home.

Steph being Steph, she had a better idea. In a different aisle of the same store, she found a handtruck we couldn't afford either, but we bought both the a/c and the handtruck.

We got the a/c home by rolling it down the sidewalk, onto a bus (she sweet-talked the driver, and he used the wheelchair lift to get the a/c onto and off the bus), down another half-mile of sidewalk, up the stairs, and into our apartment, hoping it wasn't broken from all the bumps and rattles on the way. 

We wired it into the window, turned it on, and… whoosh, it worked gloriously. We sat our sweaty selves in front of the cool blasting air, and in an hour or so the bedroom was livable.

In two hours we knew we had to do it again the next day, if we wanted to watch TV without melting. So we went into debt buying a second air conditioner for the apartment's living room.

We used those air conditioners all summer, every summer for our three years in KC. Brought them with us when we moved to Madison, but never used them again, since our apartment here has built-in a/c.

The handtruck, though, comes in handy all the time. We've used it at least once every month since buying it, and now I'm using it all day every day, packing. Yesterday that same handtruck bounced those same air conditioners up the stairs, and into the room I've set aside for stuff Goodwill will come and take away.

Maybe it doesn't seem like rocket science, but buying a handtruck was an idea that never occurred to me, and probably never would've. Like every smart thing we ever did (maybe including this move to Seattle) it was her idea.

Thanks for the handtruck, Steph, among a million other memories and moments and smiles and brilliant ideas, and everything else.