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So much for my early optimism. By 8:30, I had shuffled stuff around, packed more stuff, loaded my car, Scott had loaded his computer in his car and was off to work, and I was just waiting for the movers.
They were to come at nine. How do you kill half an hour? With Endust, of course. Oh gods my apartment smelled like waaaay too much lemon but, hey, everything is cleaner. (I almost mean that literally. I eventually got so bored - the entry will explain why - that I was scrubbing the windowsills.)
And the movers Did Not Come. At 9:20 or so I called them to ask what was up. Well, the truck that was supposed to come to my place got sideswiped, he was just about to call me except he was waiting to hear back from the driver first. He'd call me back as soon as he knew more (like, whether and when it would be here).
10:00. No call. I call him. Well, it damaged the tire and the wheel well but they're trying to get it fixed.... So much for calling iwth an update, right? He said if it couldn't make it, they were loading up for a last run on the 8 am with two other trucks, and he'd bring them over here after. Said he'd advise.
Rinse, repeat. At 11:30 he had had to take another load over for the 8 am, not just one. He said it would be 1:30 before he'd be here with his truck.
I had a lovely chat with my neighbor for about 20-30 minutes a bit after 1:00 pm. She left to go see about renting our "extra" parking space (there's a parking space per unit, and a few left over - the left-overs can be rented for $20 per month and we've had one tied up for over a year) about 1:50, whereupon I called the movers again. Oh, well, this lady had a storage unit she wanted cleared out, too, he didn't know how long it would be or where this lady was gonna put the stuff.
He estimated he'd be here in an hour, but then he doubled back and said maybe four. I said, as long as he got here today and got all my stuff moved, I'd be fine with it.
And I will. But I've brought my laptop back in and set it up on the DSL here, because frankly, I'd run out of things to pack. (Not true, precisely. There are still some things that need packing, including more dishes. But those things go with boxes that need to be taken over, emptied, and brought back for them. There's also some stuff in the bathroom I could pack. But I've packed, oh, about 80% of what was remaining unpacked?)
Note that not once in the above sequence, ever, did the movers call me. And it's been over an hour, but hey, he did say four. I'm going to call at about 3:30 to confirm, I guess.
Still. As long as they actually show up, we're fine. Even if they don't? We have two weeks, still. It's just very hard to set up everything onna furniture tonight if the furniture is not there. Bah.
I could have taken a couple loads over. Problem: the load in my car? All stuff that needs the furniture to go in. Some of what I've packed since could go, but....
Other things not amusing me about moving so far:
1. How much crap I've accumulated. (I think Scott had similar tendencies, but if he wants to packrat, he's the only one who needs to worry about it. I, on the other hand, am embarrassed to admit I apparently saved the course schedule from 1993-1994 at college. For no reason. Through
Excuse me, I must look shocked. I insisted he call if they were going to be later than three, and was just assuming it was a lost cause, but he did call. Admittedly, over 15 minutes after expected, but he called! They will be here at four. He will call again when they are on the way over.
Through, as I was saying, three summers (spent, most likely, in storage in the dorm basement - now, there's an icky memory! That place!), plus three moves following graduation. The fourth one has now killed it, however.
2. The deck. The deck here at the apartment is absolutely trashed. We let it get that way, because, well, frankly, after they replaced our nice wood deck with concrete, wood walls, and barbed wire atop the fence, it wasn't a very nice place to spend time.
Unfortunately, I made a very serious foray into container gardening once, before remembering that if you dislike your deck and look at it as little as possible, you will forget to water the plants thereon. Some of the dirt has gotten loose. Moss has grown on the concrete. And the plastic garbage can I stored the soil in when I gave up the container-gardening attempt? (Telling myself it was temporary....)
Um. The lid has cracked, sometime in the past year. Which means that water has gotten in. I thought that a garbage can full of soil was daunting. A garbage can full of wet soil? Terrifying. Did I mention the only way to get it off my deck is to bring it through the apartment or, just possibly, get every gate between myself and the end opened (which would require the cooperation of two people, one of whom I don't know at all)?
My current plan is, if the movers have plastic to protect the carpet, to have them get the thing out and deposit it by the dumpster to be picked up with the trash on Wednesday. Soil will be a better thing to send to the dump than most of what goes there, after all.
If not? We have two weeks. My dad has said he will help, and we will play the 'divide and conquer' game. But eww. I really don't want to deal with it.
3. The delays. While I know it was started by a bit of bad luck, I could do without wondering all day whether my stuff will go. I firmly believe they will arrive at 4, and it will be okay.
I firmly believed they'd be here at 1:30, however, so we shall see if belief is a useful thing this time around.
On the plus side? Once I knew I had some down-time waiting for them, I walked up to McDonald's to get lunch (after packing the silverware, thinking we'd be heading out well before lunchtime...) and got a Chicken McGrill, which was good. What was even better, it was raining lightly all the way up and back - heavy enough to be noticeable and fresh, smell of hot wet pavement, but not heavy enough to actually soak or cause discomfort.
Good thing, because I'd packed my umbrella. And my sweater. My coats are at the new house. Etc.
Heh. Moving is. But the new house is so nice. And we can do this. We're still fine; this delay has been irritating, but once I thought about it rationally, no more than that. We're past the point where a slip can derail other parts of moving (though this one, I admit, has delayed some - due to taking an entire day I meant to spend moving and turning it into a pack-and-wait game - oh, well).
They were to come at nine. How do you kill half an hour? With Endust, of course. Oh gods my apartment smelled like waaaay too much lemon but, hey, everything is cleaner. (I almost mean that literally. I eventually got so bored - the entry will explain why - that I was scrubbing the windowsills.)
And the movers Did Not Come. At 9:20 or so I called them to ask what was up. Well, the truck that was supposed to come to my place got sideswiped, he was just about to call me except he was waiting to hear back from the driver first. He'd call me back as soon as he knew more (like, whether and when it would be here).
10:00. No call. I call him. Well, it damaged the tire and the wheel well but they're trying to get it fixed.... So much for calling iwth an update, right? He said if it couldn't make it, they were loading up for a last run on the 8 am with two other trucks, and he'd bring them over here after. Said he'd advise.
Rinse, repeat. At 11:30 he had had to take another load over for the 8 am, not just one. He said it would be 1:30 before he'd be here with his truck.
I had a lovely chat with my neighbor for about 20-30 minutes a bit after 1:00 pm. She left to go see about renting our "extra" parking space (there's a parking space per unit, and a few left over - the left-overs can be rented for $20 per month and we've had one tied up for over a year) about 1:50, whereupon I called the movers again. Oh, well, this lady had a storage unit she wanted cleared out, too, he didn't know how long it would be or where this lady was gonna put the stuff.
He estimated he'd be here in an hour, but then he doubled back and said maybe four. I said, as long as he got here today and got all my stuff moved, I'd be fine with it.
And I will. But I've brought my laptop back in and set it up on the DSL here, because frankly, I'd run out of things to pack. (Not true, precisely. There are still some things that need packing, including more dishes. But those things go with boxes that need to be taken over, emptied, and brought back for them. There's also some stuff in the bathroom I could pack. But I've packed, oh, about 80% of what was remaining unpacked?)
Note that not once in the above sequence, ever, did the movers call me. And it's been over an hour, but hey, he did say four. I'm going to call at about 3:30 to confirm, I guess.
Still. As long as they actually show up, we're fine. Even if they don't? We have two weeks, still. It's just very hard to set up everything onna furniture tonight if the furniture is not there. Bah.
I could have taken a couple loads over. Problem: the load in my car? All stuff that needs the furniture to go in. Some of what I've packed since could go, but....
Other things not amusing me about moving so far:
1. How much crap I've accumulated. (I think Scott had similar tendencies, but if he wants to packrat, he's the only one who needs to worry about it. I, on the other hand, am embarrassed to admit I apparently saved the course schedule from 1993-1994 at college. For no reason. Through
Excuse me, I must look shocked. I insisted he call if they were going to be later than three, and was just assuming it was a lost cause, but he did call. Admittedly, over 15 minutes after expected, but he called! They will be here at four. He will call again when they are on the way over.
Through, as I was saying, three summers (spent, most likely, in storage in the dorm basement - now, there's an icky memory! That place!), plus three moves following graduation. The fourth one has now killed it, however.
2. The deck. The deck here at the apartment is absolutely trashed. We let it get that way, because, well, frankly, after they replaced our nice wood deck with concrete, wood walls, and barbed wire atop the fence, it wasn't a very nice place to spend time.
Unfortunately, I made a very serious foray into container gardening once, before remembering that if you dislike your deck and look at it as little as possible, you will forget to water the plants thereon. Some of the dirt has gotten loose. Moss has grown on the concrete. And the plastic garbage can I stored the soil in when I gave up the container-gardening attempt? (Telling myself it was temporary....)
Um. The lid has cracked, sometime in the past year. Which means that water has gotten in. I thought that a garbage can full of soil was daunting. A garbage can full of wet soil? Terrifying. Did I mention the only way to get it off my deck is to bring it through the apartment or, just possibly, get every gate between myself and the end opened (which would require the cooperation of two people, one of whom I don't know at all)?
My current plan is, if the movers have plastic to protect the carpet, to have them get the thing out and deposit it by the dumpster to be picked up with the trash on Wednesday. Soil will be a better thing to send to the dump than most of what goes there, after all.
If not? We have two weeks. My dad has said he will help, and we will play the 'divide and conquer' game. But eww. I really don't want to deal with it.
3. The delays. While I know it was started by a bit of bad luck, I could do without wondering all day whether my stuff will go. I firmly believe they will arrive at 4, and it will be okay.
I firmly believed they'd be here at 1:30, however, so we shall see if belief is a useful thing this time around.
On the plus side? Once I knew I had some down-time waiting for them, I walked up to McDonald's to get lunch (after packing the silverware, thinking we'd be heading out well before lunchtime...) and got a Chicken McGrill, which was good. What was even better, it was raining lightly all the way up and back - heavy enough to be noticeable and fresh, smell of hot wet pavement, but not heavy enough to actually soak or cause discomfort.
Good thing, because I'd packed my umbrella. And my sweater. My coats are at the new house. Etc.
Heh. Moving is. But the new house is so nice. And we can do this. We're still fine; this delay has been irritating, but once I thought about it rationally, no more than that. We're past the point where a slip can derail other parts of moving (though this one, I admit, has delayed some - due to taking an entire day I meant to spend moving and turning it into a pack-and-wait game - oh, well).
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Good luck. :)