Moving sounds similar to Major League Baseball when they announce the time before pitchers and catchers report for the season. Well, it's here. Tomorrow the movers come, and, we're not ready. But they're coming either way so it is what it is. They emailed and called me to
confirm what, when, and where, and most importantly how much we're moving. Can you ever really know how much yo have until it's all boxed up and sitting at the door?
I went and ordered a 10-yard dumpster for Tuesday morning, "Just when I thought I was done, they dragged me back in". I just know we're going to have a bunch of stuff that didn't make the move or to the donation centers. We also took the final drive with the dump trailer over to my brother's where he'll take up use of it.
If you ever eat to challenge the strength of a marriage all you have to do is try to downsize and move in relatively short order. The stress levels are high, and coupled with the heat and humidity,
we act more like hyenas on the Sahara Desert in Africa. We need to stick to the plan, get her done, and know that in two weeks it'll all be over.
And after several years sitting in the yard without being registered and stickers up I went and finally took real and legal ownership of Jim's boat. While trips to the DMV, especially registering out of state boats and trailers, are enough to crack anyone, this one went pretty easy, but long.
Wish us luck heading into tomorrow morning when the big straight job truck pulls into the driveway. I know this is going to be a long, long day.