Moving Sucks
I hate moving. I hated it yesterday after going through most but not all of my crap to throw out damaged clothes and papers I didn't need (because I'm a pack rat and bad at this). I hate it more today than I did yesterday, after still having most the kitchen breakables to pack up and move over - and this was after getting all of the dishes, fine crystal, and miscellaneous stuff packed before we finished the big roll of bubble tape. Plus, we then got to take out the garbage, which was very heavy and took two trips thanks to Mom. Plus, my sister was trying to paint two bedrooms (hers and Mom's - mine is a beige/tan/neutral color which will be fine, since it will be covered by posters and wall scrolls) on her own, and was trying to recruit Tama (who is seriously a saint for helping out, because it is much worse than I expected - I really didn't think we had that much crap) and I, who were packing and moving stuff (and can't paint anyway). (sighs) My word of the day, as Tama can attest as I used it liberally and frequently, starts with f, ends with k, and is four letters long. (g) We finish moving tomorrow. The moving company will be here by 3 pm, so I get to get up at a decent hour as if I was going to work and finish packing up the kitchen and my crap (my crap isn't much - most of it actually was boxed up, and I've got stuff in baskets that is going as it) - at least the movers will pack up a bunch of Mom's books, and then I'll be offline until Tuesday at the earliest - no phone or DSL until then, unless my wireless card picks up something. (sighs again) No TV until Wednesday either, which means I'll get to catch up on stuff on my computer that I need to watch.