Night in the Empty Condo

The movers, re- and re- and re-scheduled, made it here around 4:30, just before the parking space allotment ended. Tough to be angry (though I was), 'cause it's not like the movers wanted to be working a long day. The previous loading was just way over what it was supposed to be, the route here led them through an overpass under which they could not pass, &c. We've all had that kind of day.

They leaped in, a crew of of 7, and started loading it up. The "Fragile" and "Irreplacable" markings on the boxes seemed not to make much difference, at least in the staging — I hope they did in the loading of the truck. Less than three hours, they had it all done. And I'm working toward some sort of Zen-like acceptance of letting go of the state of our stuff . . . it's just out of our hands now, and it will arrive in the state in arrives in. It's kind of a relief.

Good news on the driving front. We're one of five (maybe less, given the mis-estimation happening on this load), the first two are going to Louisiana. We're looking at, per our driver's estimate, our stuff arriving Sunday at the earliest. We'll have to work out with our apartment the arrival date, but that means we won't be racing the moving truck.

Dinner, a last, amazing sandwich from The Italian Store. Relaxing and processing the day. To bed soon. Tomorrow, cleaning and preparing the place for our renters. And our neighbor's Cinco de Mayo Party in the courtyard to see us out.

Kind of Unrelated

Ducked out (while waiting for the movers) to throw out some trash and heard the usual bird chirping, but louder. As the door slammed shut behind me, a sparrow took off, screeching, in one direction — and a hawk, apparently thwarted, took off in the other. Brown, with diamond-like black under the wings (near as I can remember), probably a less than 3-foot wingspan. All our bird books are packed.

Waitin' for the Movers

Sitting outside — in the unseasonably cold weather — waiting for the moving truck to show up. Originally, they were due in this morning, but they're loading someone else up first (which doesn't bode well for leisurely drive across country). The timing was pretty good, as we still had plenty of miscellaneous things to still be packing. Just when you think you're done, you find something you missed, and start one last box. That happened probably about 5-6 times.

But the advance team showed up around 9:15, a surprise to us, to pack up the breakables and electronics that we're having them do. And then they did the inventory, at 112 boxes (including the 11 they did). We found 4 more after.

Had been planning an entry for the past few nights, on all the nice last evenings we've had out with friends these past few days. Mary treated us to a wonderful night out at Jaleo (probably our favorite in the area) on Saturday. Sunday, we broke for lunch at Pho 75 for a little of the beef broth that's good for whatever ails you. Our local comics creators group treated us to a couple beers at Dr. Dremo's at the monthly meeting, and Dori came all the way down from New Jersey to visit that night. Monday night, Olde Town Fencing saw me off in their usual fashion, after practice at the Fish Market, with a killer chocolate cake. Bob and Claire treated us to some crab cakes on Tuesday, and Sean stopped by in the late evening for a visit. Wednesday, snuck in a quick lunch with Raphael, and in the evening Simone took us out and took our remaining plants. And last night, out for pizza with Tim — and Rob, who made it possible for me to move down here 13 years ago by taking me in as a roommate.

In between, it's been packing. Lots and lots of packing. And running around doing errands. Including a frustrating drive to drop Monica's car, an hour out there when it should've been half that. And the likely loss of some sweaters at the dry cleaners (a good record for 10 years — and blew it at the end). Tiring and crazy.

But it will be over soon. If the movers ever show up.

Box . . . Madness!

Here's the latest haul from the state-controlled liquor store:


The movers are going to think we're enormous drunks.

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