It's done. It was ugly. It was a disaster. At one point Jenny was in tears. But it's done.Together, the Planetary family has moved 14 times. This was the triple-distilled worst. The only thing that made the past two days tolerable was the constant coverage of the Katrina anniversary, knowing that our lives weren't that bad and that George Bush wouldn't visit our house for a well-lit photo op with Heckuvajob Michael Brown.
We hired a moving company who sent three guys and a truck. Three, so we could remember their names - Larry, Moe and Curly. They didn't take everything they needed to take, they put a deep gouge in the hardwood floor, nearly took out the newel post on the stairs and smashed the front door jamb when they dropped our refrigerator.
This, of course, held up the closing until lawyers were aligned, faxes were faxed, assurances were made and many dollars were consigned to the dark netherworld of escrow.
Both of us, not as young as we used to be, are bruised, battered and sore. Last night, after not eating for two days (I lost six pounds! Ask me how!) we couldn't find bowls or silverware so we gulped down leftover chili from coffee mugs.
Now to unpack. It took me 20 minutes to find a shirt I could wear to work, but it's over (mostly) and we're happy in our new home.
Until we discover it's built over a slave cemetery and is more haunted than Ann Coulter's gynecologist.
And you wonder why this place is so damn dark.
10 comments:
You just can't do anything the easy way, can you? Arsonists are cheaper than movers, you know.
Congratulations on the new home. Glad you and your wife, children, and assorted animals made it in relatively one piece.
Glad the move's over at least. How are the boys taking it?
Okay. How did you lose the six pounds?
stephen,
Hard physical labor for a few days, 16 hours a day in 95 degree heat without any real food, will melt away the pounds.
As well as the will to live.
Dusty,
The boys are anxious. They follow us around and as they're big and the house is small and the walkways are crowded with cardboard, it's a bit wearing, but OK.
We're more concerned with the cat. She got out this morning and has been MIA for a while. If she gets lost it will break Jenny's heart.
Congratulations, David, on the move. Let me know if there's any way that I can help. I'm good at moving boxes.
You're still local, right? I understood this to be a cross-town move.
Seriously, let me know, and I'll help with any heavy lifting/unpacking, etc.
Stacey
Check back at the old house. Cats have amazing senses of direction.
Dusty,
She'd have to go ten miles across Durham, something most people are afraid to do. But yes, if she doesn't show up in a few days, we will put the word out to our old neighbors. They all know her.
Hope the cat has wandered home, but Dusty's right: Those cats have amazing senses of direction and could possibly show up at the old house. Wasn't there a movie a few years back about some cat and dog who traveled across country to their old home? Think it was based on a true story...
But glad you've survived your move relatively unscathed. When we moved to our house seven years ago I told my husband I'm going to live in this house until I die. I'm never moving again. And fortunately it's a ranch, so there are no stairs so we can't fall and break hips in our old age.
Fingers crossed that The Cat returns safely. The anxiety of waiting for a missing pet to come home is just awful.
But, glad the move is over, and that you like your new house......
My cats get lost every time I move. So far, I've always found them close to home...bedraggled, confused, but safe. Best to both of you in your search!
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