June 11, 2013
Box/Car, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 24
Finally, and much too quickly, the last available help day before the movers come arrived.
Status Update: Done boxing, feeling boxed in, today will be box/car day.
I felt badly about not only tricking Freddie into going onto the porch (one of her favrite things), but then having to sequester her with Blu. I usually try to make sure they don’t have to share a small space. I plan on making it up to them both by promising myself to allow them some porch sitting later in the evening. I’m sad to be taking that away from them. They really do enjoy it.
In addition to the already accomplished shift of four on Wednesday, there were more three shifts occurred. The first group was made up of one adult and two children. I wasn’t really expecting the children and did my best to establish impromptu rules.
If it’s too heavy, put it down.
If you get tired, sit down.
If you’re hot or thirsty, stop to take a drink.
No one will be angry with you.
After two full trips, the trio and I a welcomed a third adult. I had sort of forgotten mentioning the need for help, so I wasn’t expecting them, either. One more trip with all of us, a truck and two cars, a drive-thru lunch, and the original trio took their leave. Then, if was just me and another adult. We had a short sit down, and I decided that instead of lugging more boxes, I really needed to fill some more up with last minute items, breakdown the pantry shelves to take with me, and start one last load of laundry in the apartment.
I went into the bedroom to gather sheets and came out of the bedroom with the realization that I was no longer in possesion of any pillows on which to lay my weary head on after the day was done. I made a mental note to move some back from the new place to the old. I hated to be counterproductive, but my comfort that evening was going to be an issue.
Anyway, I was headed in to start the laundry, when I realized I wouldn’t be able to because the kitties were safely tucked away. So, instead we heaved one more load of boxes down to my car, while I waited for the third shift; another adult and two teenagers. Two round trips and a stop at Art Van, later, another drive-thru, and on the verge of exhaustion, we were done doing what we could do. The rest would be up to the movers.
I got the laundry started, took the little furballs outside for one last time. I ran in to switch the wsher load to the dryer and sat down on the couch to review my list of everything. I noticed that the dryer sounded weird, and not really at all like a dryer. I figured out that was because I hadn’t started the dryer; I started the washer again, empty.
As I ran to shut the off the , two pillows on the kitchen counter caught my eye. I was very glad for that, since I had forgotten to search for them at the condo. Since I already had half a tub full of water, I tossed those in there, and then started the dryer. I was just about to park it on the couch again when I had another thought. I went back, threw some soap in, and settled down again.
I was going to relieve my mind of thinking and play some silly online games, but I couldn’t find my mouse. I remember putting it in the last-minute basket, which unfortunately was taken over before the last-minute and deposited GOD knows where over there. So, I sat on the porch while the cycles ran through, enjoying my critters’ enjoyment of the view and the birds and the breeze. When the solar porch light clicked on, I gathered them up, gently deposited them inside, apologized again for the impending nature deprivation. I don’t like it more anymore than they will. Uprooting them, and me, is going to be for the best, even though we will all miss the place we grew comfortable with. The last thing I remember is smiling an exhausted acheivements-accomplished smile; and my head hitting the nice clean pillows.
Posted by jaselin at June 11, 2013 09:30 PM