The Move That Never Ends
May. 14th, 2017 10:03 amSorry I've dropped off the face of the earth. This move to Missouri is taking for-freaking-ever! The closing on this house was pushed back two weeks but did we use that time to sensibly pack the house and have a garage sale and load another pod? Of course not! We procrastinated like the procrastinators we are and still have a shit ton to pack and sell and also have tickets to see Brian Wilson playing "Pet Sounds" out of state so more procrastination is on order.
We sold this house as a tear down so the new owners need to pull permits for demolition, giving us weeks to get everything done, so there's no real sense of urgency other than the house seeming to know the end is nigh. A ceiling fan and the garbage disposal both gave up the ghost over the past few days and there is packing material and packed boxes everywhere. We moved the dining and kitchen tables on the first push so we're eating over the sink which is about as fun as it sounds.
In case you're wondering, the mister has STILL not finished packing up the CDs and albums but for some reason I'm finding it funny rather than maddening. I'm thinking it's the hysteria talking. It could also be all the alcohol we need to get through before the move :D
Oh, well. Things will not pack or sell themselves, so I need to get back to work. I swear I'll see y'all on the other side.
*More ridiculousness: The IPhone died during an OS update and the mister has been on the phone with Applecare over three hours because we were promised a replacement and they didn't make a note of that on the case file so it didn't happen on our first visit. We have another appointment today and because the phone is mine I need to go with him (he's my anxiety ridden mouthpiece) to actually talk to an associate and hopefully get the new phone. This is sure to be another several hours we'll never get back. *sigh* It's emotionally exhausting.
We sold this house as a tear down so the new owners need to pull permits for demolition, giving us weeks to get everything done, so there's no real sense of urgency other than the house seeming to know the end is nigh. A ceiling fan and the garbage disposal both gave up the ghost over the past few days and there is packing material and packed boxes everywhere. We moved the dining and kitchen tables on the first push so we're eating over the sink which is about as fun as it sounds.
In case you're wondering, the mister has STILL not finished packing up the CDs and albums but for some reason I'm finding it funny rather than maddening. I'm thinking it's the hysteria talking. It could also be all the alcohol we need to get through before the move :D
Oh, well. Things will not pack or sell themselves, so I need to get back to work. I swear I'll see y'all on the other side.
*More ridiculousness: The IPhone died during an OS update and the mister has been on the phone with Applecare over three hours because we were promised a replacement and they didn't make a note of that on the case file so it didn't happen on our first visit. We have another appointment today and because the phone is mine I need to go with him (he's my anxiety ridden mouthpiece) to actually talk to an associate and hopefully get the new phone. This is sure to be another several hours we'll never get back. *sigh* It's emotionally exhausting.


