Hi! How the heck are ya? I’ve missed you guys!
Wait, I need a sandwich…
Ok, I’m back.
The move went fine smoothly.
Right. The move went.
Actually, the move wasn’t bad except for all the sorting and packing and moving and unpacking and sorting and stuff like the freaking cold 16 degree day we moved in so the doors were open all day and stuff. Oh, and when the movers were getting ready to leave after loading the first day we found a few small items they had forgotten, so we did a quick look-see to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything else. Other than the DRYER and the REFRIGERATOR, they hadn’t. Oh. My. God.
And then there was the morning before the move when I was supposed to meet the movers at my friend’s garage so they could load all the booty I’ve collected from Craig’s List and Freecycle since we listed our old house a year and a half ago and they were an hour and a half late when I needed to be home to finish packing the kitchen so they could load it on their truck when they came to our house after emptying the garage and our storage units because they still had to clean up the muddy mess left by the OTHER moving crew the day before and I hadn’t showered or combed my hair (or brushed my teeth, I think, but I had no plans to kiss the movers so who cares) and I couldn’t stop crying tears of frustration and exhaustion and, oh, did I mention it was, like, 12 degrees that day? so the tears and the snot were freezing on my face until I dug around in my friend’s basement and found a roll of Viva paper towels and this crazed hysterical unkempt snot rocket that was me scared the movers so bad when they finally showed up they would have done anything for me except show up on time because it was already too late for that.
Oh, and the guy who bought our house didn’t even wait until we moved to cut down the huge fabulous trees that made the front yard look and feel like a park. When we left only the trunks remained, standing in our yard like two sad totem poles. We made sure the neighbors knew that the deforestation was the new owner’s fault. Welcome to the neighborhood, you tree-hater, you!
Fortunately, both settlements went off without a hitch. When we arrived at the new house, we looked around and headed for a hotel. One more night (after two at the old house) on the Aerobed was simply out of the question. We called the movers and told them we were not staying at the property and asked them to give us a call an hour before the truck would arrive in the morning so we could meet the movers at the property. We got a call at 8:30 the next morning. The movers were at the property.
We made them wait while we showered, dressed, had coffee and a bite to eat.
It was small of us and I know, I know, vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord and all that but, screw it, it was satisfying.
All went well with the unloading. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed was broken, nothing was missing except for one leg to our TV armoire and a pair of crutches. We’re still finding items marked for the guest room in the garage and items marked for the garage in the guest room, but since they both start with the letter G, that’s an understandable mistake, right?
Oh, and for a while after the movers loaded it appeared that they had packed my sister’s cat litter scoop with our stuff. And then a box of meat that had been removed from the freezer so the movers could take the refrigerator disappeared and we were concerned that it might be on the truck thawing out for three days next to our sofa, but we found it.
And the week we moved Buster had surgery to remove a benign tumor. He was very good about his stitches and didn’t need an E-collar, but we considered getting one for Sebastian who kept licking Buster’s stitches. Ew. The dogs were boarded during most of the move because we didn’t feel the need to add to the fun and hilarity with incessant barking.
The unpacking is progressing, some days faster than others. My office is still full of boxes because in our old house, we HAD WALLS. The new house is a more open floor plan downstairs and has rooms built under sloping eaves upstairs and what does one do with all the wall art when moving from a traditional walled house to a house with an open floor plan? One leaves boxes of pictures in one’s office.
We’re getting there. We were actually able to relax a bit when it snowed the other day and enjoy our snow-covered view. Boy howdy, let me tell you, a couple inches of snow down here throws the locals into a tizz.
I’m going to sign off now because I have no doubt bored you to tears. Hope you have a roll of Viva handy.
Besides, I’ve got more unpacking to do (the kitchen spices, I think, are still on the screened porch.)
So, I’m glad to be back and I can’t wait to catch up with all that’s going on with YOU.
And soon, once the settling in is a little more, well, settled, I’ll post pictures of the fabulous house furnished exclusively by Craig’s List of Philadelphia, Freecycle and The Salvation Army. Stay tuned, you won’t want to miss that.
I do love a bargain.
P.S. Yes,Dear and I had an argument about the stove in the new house. “We need a new stove,” I’d say. “Why?” he’d ask. “Because the one that’s there is brown,” I’d explain. “But it works,” he’d respond. “But it’s brown,” I’d say. This went on and on. Well, we got a brand new white stove, but now he expects me to USE it to, like, cook and stuff. So who won this argument? I’m not sure.
