I’m in the new town house at Medford Leas and the holiday season is upon us. So, I’ve placed the candles in the windows and hung the wreath.
But it’s not as peaceful as the picture suggests. Although we’ve made some progress it’s still chaotic inside.
The preparation and the event were stressful (an inadequate word). I got through it only with Sigrid’s massive help and Bob’s as well. My other new best friends are the guys from Hometown Moving in Lumberton. They were pleasant and professional and amazed me with their cheerfullness through a long day of heavy lifting and carrying during which I felt guilty at every heavy box they handled. They took on a partial load Tuesday and arrived with two vans and the rain on Wednesday. By four PM it was no longer their problem; it was ours.
The first task was to find the box in which Pearl had been moved and release her. That done, Barbara had left a Manhattan for me in the frig along with a frozen lasagna. There was a bed for Pearl and me that night, and breakfast the next morning. By Saturday morning the IT folks at Medford Leas had me back on the air, relieving my separation anxieties. Now what had been days of sorting and packing has become days of unpacking and resorting. Even though the garage floor is already piled with empty boxes there are still boxes in every room, up in the loft, and down in the basement.