O.K so that number isn't accurate...it feels like it is. After more than two dozen round trips in the last week the car knows its way all by itself.
Since making arrangements for my friend's truck to move the big furniture, I have prayed daily that the weather would at least not be rainy.
Well, then God had a good belly laugh yesterday.
Oh, we did get the bedroom set and sofa moved to the new place, but even though covered with a tarp, the bed and sofa will take a day or two to dry.
The thing is, this weather front was supposed to have come through on Tuesday leaving Wednesday chilly and windy, but at least sunny. Ah, the weather channel…
Anyway, waiting for the trucker-man, we packed boxes into the other cars and, as if on cue, as the truck arrived, so did the downpour – followed by lightning, and thunder – followed by even heavier rain.
Nothing for it…this was the only day the truck was available…we had to go for it.
As our caravan made it’s way north and west the rain intensified to the point where it was difficult to see the road ahead. Traveling at about 25 mph it was easy to see that the bedding would be soaked and that I would be unable to sleep at the new place. Something I had been looking forward to doing. Getting out of the surreal that is this environment has been uppermost in my thoughts.
Whatever!
The move pretty much got done! There are a few boxes to pack, a few others to explore and possibly move, as well.
During the subsequent two trips I unpacked boxes I'll use in the kitchen and bath. The roomie provided a bit of cabinet space and I took the opportunity to fill it up. Things are looking up. At least eight boxes were emptied and the kitchen counter tops are now usable again.
More later.
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The skies opened. Maybe He/She was trying to tell you something. One thing is for sure, you'll remember this Move for the rest of your days on this planet. Such drama!
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