Really Quick
I’m taking a break from packing and thought I’d say hello.
Our house, right now, is a MESS. We are neat people, as a rule. We put things away. We don’t like clutter … but right now, since the closets and furniture are mostly empty and all their stuff is in boxes … well, you can imagine. We’ve got stuff everywhere!
Well, of course, not everything. We’ve still got more stuff to pack. Like–the entire kitchen. I told Mom we should save that until last, with the actual food being the very last thing, so that we could concentrate on getting the rest of the rooms done. Because, you know, you get some of it done, and then think, “I’ll get the rest later,” and wander off to work on another room … so you’ve got dribs and drabs of stuff all over, and there’s more stuff to be done everywhere you look.
So, my suggestion was that we instead take care of the dribs and drabs and THEN do the kitchen, because at the least, that’s something Mom and Patty could finish packing on Monday while Dad, Chappy and I are at the new house–and the food (other than breakfast stuff) we could always bring over on its own on Tuesday.
For added fun, though, the movers are supposed to come to pack my books (what’s left of them) today. They were due this morning, but called last night to reschedule for 1:00-1:30 … well, it’s after 4:00 and they just called. They’re on their way up from Pennington and should be here in about an hour and a half. Yikes! So, we’re sending Dad out now to pick up something for supper so that will be out of the way.
We also took Chappy over to see the new house this morning. He explored the whole thing, ran up and down ALL the stairs several times, and is now tired, and a little sore, I think. While he was sniffing, Mom vacuumed and I cleaned the bathrooms and the kitchen. (Not that they weren’t clean, but, one final wipe-down, just because. You understand.)
By the time we left, though, Chappy was READY to leave! Fidgeting and anxious … hopefully he won’t be feeling that way on Monday when all his furniture is there.
We had fun with the garage doors, though. The garage IS a two-car garage, but it’s a SMALL two-car garage. As in, I was only able to open the driver’s side door about 18″ and had to lean it against the wall and carefully get out. So, it’s going to be a TIGHT fit (and it’s a good thing Dad doesn’t have a Cadillac anymore).
But the extra fun was because they only had one garage door opener. But that’s okay, we actually have four of them here (one for each of the three cars we used to have, and one extra). So, even taking one of them with us, we still have two to leave for the people who end up in this house … but we had to figure out how to program it. Which seemed simple, except … it wouldn’t program. We tried several times, and then Dad held the button too long and … it erased the setting for both openers–the one that came with the townhouse AND ours. So, suddenly we didn’t have one that worked at all! Then, we got mine to work … but not the other one. … Then, I tried reprogramming the one in Mom and Dad’s car … and that took. So now, we have three openers for the new house. One, which came with the house, that doesn’t work any more, and two that we’re bringing with us.
Go figure.
Okay. Dad should be back in a couple minutes with supper, and then the movers should be here to pack books … heaven knows how long that will take. Then, tomorrow, we plan on bringing over some of our stuff to the new house–the stuff that we can stash in closets and get out of the way. Monday is the Big Day when we actually move the furniture and Chappy. We figure that the three of us will be coming back here at least a couple times for odds and ends left behind, but once Chappy leaves, he’s not coming back here. That would REALLY confuse him!
Oh, and our beloved mail carrier brought our mail to our door today, just so she could say goodbye and tell us how much she’ll miss us. (And tell us about the person who delivers mail to our new house.) Wasn’t that nice of her? Chappy is really going to miss her … and so will we!








































































































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