The tape the movers used to pack my books is pretty terrible, but looks kind of cool.

Unlike the empty bookcases, which just look sad. (But not as sad as the fact that the movers didn’t know how to spell “downstairs,” or that the concept of keeping books from the same shelf together didn’t seem to occur to them. I’m really trying hard not to freak out at that–or worry about the way they piled some of the books into their boxes.)

Here are my clothes, waiting to move. I tucked them into plastic bags right on the closet rod and then carted them over to the new closet. They DO fit, by the way, though it’s a TIGHT fit.

Can you see the Chappy in this picture? Yeah, it’s pretty hard–he’s in his usual spot in the dining room window, but you can only see about half his face.

Oh, poor Chappy … as you know, we’re moving tomorrow, and today we took over some of our stuff. The clothes from the closets, for example. And my yarn/wool stash. My spinning wheels. Stuff that we could stash out of the way in closets over there so they wouldn’t be in the way.

So, the three of us loaded up our two cars this morning and headed over and lugged everything in. Mom and Dad finished first and came back about 15 minutes ahead of me, and Chappy, poor Chappy, was practically frantic! When I got home, he rushed to greet me like I’d been gone for three weeks … or three years! And he was panting so hard, we think he spent most of the time we were gone running around, hyperventilating.

For our second trip, Dad stayed home with Chappy, and called me five minutes later to tell me that he was howling…

This is exactly the reason that I’m going over early tomorrow, and bringing Chappy with me. If us taking stuff out of the house freaks him out this much, the movers would be even worse! And my being out of his sight is obviously that much worse. I’ve seen him on vacations, when we’re ready to head home, he starts worrying, so we always put him in the car first thing, so he doesn’t have to worry. Well, clearly, he’s really, really worried right now. Mom’s books are packed! Her yarn is gone! Her CLOTHES are gone! The end of the world is coming, and he’s not going to be happy unless he’s with me.

Poor little guy.

And, well, for a few hours in the morning, at least, the new house WILL be the quieter place to be!

I’m not sure when you’ll hear from me next–but probably NOT tomorrow. Hopefully Tuesday.

You know, the only real advantage to moving just now? Halloween (aka Barking Day) was barely a blip in the family-stress-level radar.

(And, of course, you KNOW I’m only showing you these disastrous, cluttered, messy house pictures solely because the house NEVER looks like that. We’re neat folk, here!)

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