Moving Day

The entire trip portion of this blog is not much of a chronicle, as I really haven't had the time to chronicle events as they unfolded. Not much of a reporter, I, but things are as they are. Thanks, however, to the flexibility of blogspot, I can post-date these entries and make this blog appear to actually be a blog. I'm actually writing this on 2008 Oct 9, but, hey, if Steve Jobs can back date his stock options, I can back date my blog entries.

So... Moving Day, 2008 August 29th; now the journey really gets under way. We already had over three times the number of boxes we had estimated. I had figured 50 banana boxes. We had 173 boxes of varying sizes, most of them banana boxes or bigger. So, I called ahead and warned the movers.

The guys arrived at 9:30 or so with two trucks and proceeded to stuff our stuff into their, apparently, rented trucks. At the end of the day our "stuffs" was gone, and we were left in our empty apartment with some left over pottery, an unopened watermelon, an unopened bottle of some bubbly stuff, a huge mess to clean, a few stalwart friends, my daughter, Tova, a huge moving bill, only partially paid, and neither the resources, nor the inclination to do anything.

As Lily and her friends drifted away, we cajoled Kenny and Nancy, our downstairs neighbors, into adopting the last remaining contents of our refrigerator and pantry, as well as the abandoned pottery. John and Cis showed up with a pair of sculling oars, and we sat down on a ratty old dog blanket on the deck to open the champagne and raise a toast; to being unemployed and homeless. We talked and smoked, and finally opened the watermelon with the only implement we could find; a pair of scissors. Tova provided more wine, we talked and smoked until we couldn't talk or smoke anymore. Tova and I, and then John and Cis, said our final farewells, and I carted Sheryl off to the inn, where a clean soft bed awaited us courtesy of Elizabeth, and Lily, here former loyal employee.