The Quarterback, His Trailer and a Bunch of Ladies

Your Daily Fiber has moved to a new location.

This is not a story of why we decided to move the store. This is a story about moving the store. You know, like picking up the furniture and moving it to another building. Before I get started, I would like to thank everyone that helped. I would also, like to thank everyone that volunteered and either got sick, forgot it was moving day, changed their minds or simply found something better to do. Seriously, we had plenty of help.

Of course, just to help with the rumors, I will offer this about the reason for moving. Shopping for rental space 3 years ago, I thought College Ave. was a great place. I have changed my opinion on that one. There is a tremendous amount of traffic on College Ave. That had to be great, or maybe not so much. The place was just the right size, or maybe we should have been bigger. We would be in the middle of downtown festivals, or maybe yarn isn’t what people buy at beer festivals. The truth is we tried to buy a new place 18 months ago. Unfortunately, our lease on College Ave. prevented us from closing the deal.

Anyway, here is the fun stuff.

I boldly predicted I/we could move the store in two days. Well , step back non-believers! Oh yeah, I also planned on doing this project without professional movers. What I didn’t plan on was the average age of the movers. Forget average age, we had exactly one mover that has not seen at least five decades. That was my lovely daughter, Ivy. With that in mind, Your Daily Fiber was open for business after closing for only two days.

I had two male friends helping me with the heavy stuff. One of them I met in Kindergarten. Not my children's or grandchildren's Kindergarten. My Kindergarten! I have known Greg for over 50 years! I knew Greg was going to be pretty good help as he was quite an athlete when we were younger. Greg could dunk a basketball before he reached a height of six feet tall. That is some serious leaping ability.<