Movers & Packers

Three packers arrived at 9 AM Monday morning. They were quickly followed by two guys who came to make crates for the art and antiques. Felix also arrived for day 3 of 4 of wall repair. [He was amazing, by the way. If you need house work done, get his number from me. He’s a general contractor but also does minor repairs.]

While they hurried around me working, I got 3 stars on several levels of Angry Birds, caught up on email, cleared up several documentation SNAFUs with the Portland lender, hired someone to pull out the cat-dander-riddled basement carpet at the Portland house, and balanced my checkbook. Everyone was gone by 3 pm.

Lather, rinse, repeat for Tuesday. Except this day everyone was gone by 2:15 since the packers ran out of boxes. They were gone by noon on Wednesday.

‘Tis the land of mañana after all. So the kids and I called friends and spent the afternoon at Explora. Fun! While there I got a call from our van driver’s wife.

Me:  Hello? This is Lara.

Gail:  Hello. This is Gail. My husband is scheduled to pick up your load tomorrow. But he’s sick. Will it be OK if we come on Friday instead?

Me:  Uh…  Sure…  That’s fine…

Gail:  OK. See you Friday.

When I last talked to our relo coordinator she gently told me to “make friends” with the driver. It would ensure our delivery would get there on schedule. So my first thought when I hung up was, “Dang! I didn’t even tell her that I hope he feels better.” It was followed closely by, “WHAT?!? Can he call in sick to me?”

They showed up today at noon, regardless of illness. It could have something to do with the email I send to the relo coordinator this morning. But I’m guessing he just feels better. Half the house is loaded; the other half will follow tomorrow.

We are driving out of town Saturday.

The fun part of this is that the kids are bringing home all their school projects and drawings.

Gerry's hair is my favorite in this one

The not fun part is I think I got a CTD in my left thumb from all the Angry Birds.