Monday, August 18, 2014

Day 143

Day 143

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Yesterday was a very busy and unexpectedly emotional day.Since we didn’t really know how the timing was going to go, DIL and I didn’t start on anything too complicated; but we did work through a lot of random paperwork .. the vast majority of which is trash.
TGF got here a little after noonish.  She had 4 boys with her, so they made fairly quick work of loading the car and DIL’s truck.  Most of my clothes, my plants, and a few other odds and ends went.  At the last minute I put Maggie into her carrier (not difficult, but she doesn’t much like it), and off we went. 
Of course, I found out that all along I’ve had the wrong apartment number.  “B” and “V” sound alike, and no one ever noticed I was saying the wrong thing.  So, we went to the wrong building first.  Plus .. once again, I wa wrong … NOT 3rd floor, only 2nd.  Once we finally got to the right place the boys did a fairly good job of bringing everything in.  If, of course, you ignore the fact that they didn’t notice one of the things from my closet was hanging pockets for earrings .. so they left a trail of earrings down the sidewalk and stairs.  Hopefully all of them were found!
I did have a bit of a weepy spell; I just got so overwhelmed, and as I said, hated leaving Maggie.  She’s not very happy and it will take her awhile to settle in (and that won’t happen until after all the moving is done and things quiet down). 
The apartment is nice.  Some areas are smaller than I visualized, others bigger.  I’m rethinking some furniture arrangements, though nothing major. 
After leaving the apartment we all went to the storage unit.  It is much smaller than I pictured, and that makes me panic a little.  There’s just no realiz=stic way to put furniture in there.  It will have to be for only the things boxed up (mostly) to be stored. I still don’t know what’s to become of the things I wanted to sell that no one wants (not even that nice big freezer!!) … but I have a few more weeks even after I move.  I’m still thinking possibly a consignment shop. This whole letting go of stuff is gut-wrenching; and not being able to do anything once I got my mind around giving things up is really tearing up my nerves.
We took the shelving units to storage, and when we went to close it … that’s when I realized I hadn’t left the extra key with DN or DS.  Drat.  So TGF went on home with the boys, but DIL and I went back to the apartment; but got no answer.  (DS replied to text from DIL that DN was probably asleep).   Nothing I can do but give DB the key when he comes later in the week. (Sorry!)
After that we headed home, but she went on to the next town over for us to get some supper.  We went to a nice Mexican restaurant, and had enough to bring home leftovers for today. 
During the evening DIL worked on the filing things a bit more, but was too tired to do a lot.  After all that driving I’m not surprised! 
She fell asleep early; I wasn’t far behind.  But I woke around 3:30, and had a hard time getting back to sleep.  I just dozed off and on until around 6:30.  Now it’s already 8:00, and much to do today.  She is going to go pick up some of TGF’s boys to bring things down from upstairs.  DIL has to go on home; TGF will pick up the boys when she gets off work.  Apparently she plans on that being very late  … I hope she is sending food with them if she expects me to feed them, because I seriously have little here.  I thought she was going to take trash to the dump when she picks up the boys; but she sent DIL a text asking her to take the trash .. said she’d “call” (who??) to say it was OK for a black truck to come.  Really??  She has that kind of power, she can just call someone and OK a truck without a sticker??  Interesting logic, but DIL is certainly not willing to try it!  So, I guess all the trash will just sit here in the way until moving day.  Oh goody.


Well, the day is already flying by, I need to get showered and dressed and get busy!!  I only have 5 days left to get ready, and at least half of one of them will be taken up running errands.  It really is panic time.

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