I needed to go to the locker first in order to get the other boxes out of the back of my van that I'd packed around the table for my sister. But in order to put those things into the locker, I needed to move stuff around to make room for the inbound stuff. This is complicated by having the rear seat of my minivan stored in there so I can actually use much of the cargo space in my van. That seat is very heavy and difficult for one person to move, especially when that person is aware that he's susceptible to pinched nerves in the lower back. While doing the seat-carton shuffle, I concluded that there are half-a-dozen boxes that are (a) losing integrity and therefore starting to collapse (one did give way entirely) and (b) much of the stuff in those boxes probably can be discarded anyway.
However, I couldn't put any of that stuff into my van until I got the dining table to my sister's place, so I crammed everything into the locker as best I could and headed into Yuba City proper and my sister's house, where her son (my nephew Shane) and I carried the table into their house. I gave them the "Moving Men" furniture disks that I always kept under the table's legs so that they can move it around easily within their house.
Originally, I'd planned to go from there to my grandfather's house, but it was already close to 6 PM, and it was much warmer than I expected, and I was feeling unaccountably tired, so instead I went to the hotel and tried to cool off. The hotel cable doesn't carry any channel on which the Giants game was broadcast, but fortunately the radio in the room could pick up KNBR out of San Francisco, so after a brief trip to get some small groceries and some Chinese take-out food, I settled in to listen to the baseball game.
The hotel is quite full -- I'm in a handicapped-accessible room apparently because it was the last one available -- and the pool deck reflected that while I was moving in, with people enjoying the warm weather and the pool. I hope to spend some time in the hot tub myself shortly.
Now that my van is empty again, the plan for tomorrow is to go back to the locker and pull out the decaying boxes that need to go back to Fremont with me for re-sorting (and in some cases disposal). Also, my mother said she could use a small file cabinet, and I had one in the locker. I just need to take the files out of the file cabinet so I can give the empty cabinet to her. This means the files also have to go home with me so I can figure out what to do with them. So much of it is 15-plus-year-old business papers that there is no good need to retain that I expect the shredder to be busy when I get around to sorting the stuff.