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Jan. 9th, 2007 11:45 pmSo this morning, the moving company called at 8:15 and asked if we would be able to have them pick up our stuff a day early.
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longstrider's response was a more polite version of my initial reaction: "Hell, no." My reaction was more incredulous than anything else - did they really think we would have finished our packing a day early and were patiently sitting around for a day surrounded by boxes?
To the moving company's credit, it wasn't their fault. The driver showed up a day early, saying he had to be in Pittsburgh tomorrow. And they realized what they were asking - the secretary refused to call us, and the manager told us when he came over with paperwork today that he had had to sit down with some coffee to nerve himself up to make the call.
It feels like we've spent most of the past four days in a combination of saying good-bye to friends and convincing them to take all of our stuff.fiddlefern came down on Saturday for the weekend and left Monday, kindly taking most of my pantry with her. We had a large dinner for our Lafayette friends on Saturday, which was preceeded by a "Tour our basement and take the stuff that's it would be cheaper to replace than pay to have hauled to Philly." We managed to unload a powerful amount of stuff, which should hopefully reduce the appalling bill from the movers.
At the dinner Saturday, we had a raucous good time, with lots of friends. I looked over at K playing with a friend's five-year-old and witnessed him planting a kiss on her forehead. Meanwhile, K, who is in a big kissing phase, gave as good as she got. It was very cute, but part of me was wondering, isn't 18 months a little young for kissing boys? Should I make her wait until she's three or so? Sunday, we went down to Indy and repeated the goodbye dinner with friends there. And finally, after I realized that I couldn't even cook the frozen casserole in my freezer because it requires a cookie sheet, which is at the bottom of a taped box along with the rest of my kitchen, we called up our closest friends (the ones in possession of the five-year-old) and had dinner with them tonight. I'm going to miss them.
I'm not going to miss Lafayette per se, but I will miss our friends, and the comfortable feeling that comes from having lived in a place for a long time. And this city is about the right size for me. Given a choice, I prefer to live near big cities but not in them - Lafayette would have been so much better if it were a half hour closer to Indianapolis.
Meanwhile,longstrider's parents are here, ripping through our house with efficient force, packing everything that doesn't move. They've been tremendously helpful, both with the packing and with K. I wish we could bring them along as live-in nannies, but selfishly, they keep wanting to live their own lives.
Poor K is starting to show the strain. Despite napping very well today, she spent most of the late afternoon moving from one melt-down to the next. Finally, after we left her alone in her room briefly, we heard her crying and went back in to find her crying while crawling with her forehead dragging along the floor. Rarely have I seen such a clear sign of the need to go to bed. I'm hoping her mood is a reflection of the huge upheaval in the house, with boxes everywhere and things disappearing. I tried to leave her room alone as long as possible, but I had to pack most of it up today. And when she wakes up and comes out to the living room tomorrow, all of her toys will be gone as well. Poor baby. My only worry is that she's had a cold all week and was digging at her ear tonight. So while I'm pretty sure her behavior is from the chaos, we may be making a last-minute pediatrician trip tomorrow to make sure that if there is an ear infection brewing, we won't discover it on the far side of Ohio.
The movers show up on tomorrow, the 10th. We leave the 10th as well, arriving in Philadelphia on the 11th. The phone is turned on the 12th.longstrider starts work the 16th, the day the dsl is turned on. Our stuff shows up the 17th.
You know, sitting here surrounded by boxes, a signed contract with a moving company in hand, it's starting sink in a little that we're actually moving to Philadelphia.
longstrider's response was a more polite version of my initial reaction: "Hell, no." My reaction was more incredulous than anything else - did they really think we would have finished our packing a day early and were patiently sitting around for a day surrounded by boxes?To the moving company's credit, it wasn't their fault. The driver showed up a day early, saying he had to be in Pittsburgh tomorrow. And they realized what they were asking - the secretary refused to call us, and the manager told us when he came over with paperwork today that he had had to sit down with some coffee to nerve himself up to make the call.
It feels like we've spent most of the past four days in a combination of saying good-bye to friends and convincing them to take all of our stuff.
fiddlefern came down on Saturday for the weekend and left Monday, kindly taking most of my pantry with her. We had a large dinner for our Lafayette friends on Saturday, which was preceeded by a "Tour our basement and take the stuff that's it would be cheaper to replace than pay to have hauled to Philly." We managed to unload a powerful amount of stuff, which should hopefully reduce the appalling bill from the movers. At the dinner Saturday, we had a raucous good time, with lots of friends. I looked over at K playing with a friend's five-year-old and witnessed him planting a kiss on her forehead. Meanwhile, K, who is in a big kissing phase, gave as good as she got. It was very cute, but part of me was wondering, isn't 18 months a little young for kissing boys? Should I make her wait until she's three or so? Sunday, we went down to Indy and repeated the goodbye dinner with friends there. And finally, after I realized that I couldn't even cook the frozen casserole in my freezer because it requires a cookie sheet, which is at the bottom of a taped box along with the rest of my kitchen, we called up our closest friends (the ones in possession of the five-year-old) and had dinner with them tonight. I'm going to miss them.
I'm not going to miss Lafayette per se, but I will miss our friends, and the comfortable feeling that comes from having lived in a place for a long time. And this city is about the right size for me. Given a choice, I prefer to live near big cities but not in them - Lafayette would have been so much better if it were a half hour closer to Indianapolis.
Meanwhile,
longstrider's parents are here, ripping through our house with efficient force, packing everything that doesn't move. They've been tremendously helpful, both with the packing and with K. I wish we could bring them along as live-in nannies, but selfishly, they keep wanting to live their own lives. Poor K is starting to show the strain. Despite napping very well today, she spent most of the late afternoon moving from one melt-down to the next. Finally, after we left her alone in her room briefly, we heard her crying and went back in to find her crying while crawling with her forehead dragging along the floor. Rarely have I seen such a clear sign of the need to go to bed. I'm hoping her mood is a reflection of the huge upheaval in the house, with boxes everywhere and things disappearing. I tried to leave her room alone as long as possible, but I had to pack most of it up today. And when she wakes up and comes out to the living room tomorrow, all of her toys will be gone as well. Poor baby. My only worry is that she's had a cold all week and was digging at her ear tonight. So while I'm pretty sure her behavior is from the chaos, we may be making a last-minute pediatrician trip tomorrow to make sure that if there is an ear infection brewing, we won't discover it on the far side of Ohio.
The movers show up on tomorrow, the 10th. We leave the 10th as well, arriving in Philadelphia on the 11th. The phone is turned on the 12th.
longstrider starts work the 16th, the day the dsl is turned on. Our stuff shows up the 17th. You know, sitting here surrounded by boxes, a signed contract with a moving company in hand, it's starting sink in a little that we're actually moving to Philadelphia.
