Today was a day of knot tying (untying too!) for me.
I helped a friend move a huge load of furniture, household goods from a now passed parent's home.
Ultimately my truck and trailer was loaded Beverly Hillbillies style. Nothing fit just-so being all odd shaped and different dimensions. Tall chests of drawers, round pedestal tables, ladder back chairs, soft goods, card board boxes, mirrors, file cabinets, steamer trunks, headboards and rails, and even large slabs of slate from the yard.
Not just one knot, but many of every appropriate kind I knew and some, merely impromptu tangles, to do the task of securing the load for a 45 minute trek. There were three different drop off locations and so even though I tried to arrange things according to a load out schedule,
Yeah right, maximizing space utilization was paramount and so stuff got crammed wherever there was a space. Over and under, around and around, I used six different ropes and cords. (And a few of the cheating ratcheting tie downs and bungees.) Round turns with half hitches, bowlines with the simple lock,

, frappings to snug triangulated areas of rope to tension further where I could, clove hitches around the trailer rails to lock the long lengths of cord and then continue to do it again. Tying off was a work of art, (half hitches have a certain appeal to the eye) mostly to use up the left over length that was too short to use otherwise and to keep it from trailing along, bumping and jumping down the road, just daring my tire to reach out and grab it.
It looked like a maniac spider had cast a drug influenced web. But, it held the load and the mission got accomplished.
I'm tired and though I wanted to leave the rope, etc. till tomorrow to neaten and stow, I just couldn't.
Know what I mean?
It just would not do to leave them, those trusty work horses, to spend the night so crudely abandoned after being used and abused.

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