Phase 1 of the move is complete
The movers came today and took our stuff away. Everything from here on out should be more fun.
C's parents, sister, and uncle visited on Tuesday to say farewells. They also did us immense service by helping to pack up the kitchen and, even more importantly, to clear out the massive accumulation of boxes in the basement. Now, these were not boxes useful for moving. Most of them were too small to hold much, and those that were bigger were too mildewed to use. We had already cleared out usable boxes from the basement, but a tremendous amount of junk remained. To our relief, the trash collectors dutifully took away all the boxes on Wednesday morning.
So yesterday was our last packing day, and we did get everything packed. We had a couple of bad moments late at night, when we realized that we had forgotten certain things too large to go in any boxes but the ones we had already packed and sealed. We fell into bed around 1 am, expecting the moving truck by 8 am.
Today we didn't have to do much but sign paperwork, answer questions, and point the moving team in the right direction. What we ended up doing mostly was cat-wrangling. Our own cats were stuck in their crates and put on our apartment's little side porch, out of everyone's way. There is, however, a neighborhood cat that really really wants to adopt us. He is a gangly adolescent cat who, I believe, technically belongs to our next-door neighbors, but is rather neglected. He bounces around the neighborhood seeking attention from everyone. Today, our door was open and people kept going in and out! Whee! We removed that cat from our apartment probably a couple dozen times. He also dashed into the moving van several times. Keeping track of him kept us pretty busy.
C's parents, sister, and uncle visited on Tuesday to say farewells. They also did us immense service by helping to pack up the kitchen and, even more importantly, to clear out the massive accumulation of boxes in the basement. Now, these were not boxes useful for moving. Most of them were too small to hold much, and those that were bigger were too mildewed to use. We had already cleared out usable boxes from the basement, but a tremendous amount of junk remained. To our relief, the trash collectors dutifully took away all the boxes on Wednesday morning.
So yesterday was our last packing day, and we did get everything packed. We had a couple of bad moments late at night, when we realized that we had forgotten certain things too large to go in any boxes but the ones we had already packed and sealed. We fell into bed around 1 am, expecting the moving truck by 8 am.
Today we didn't have to do much but sign paperwork, answer questions, and point the moving team in the right direction. What we ended up doing mostly was cat-wrangling. Our own cats were stuck in their crates and put on our apartment's little side porch, out of everyone's way. There is, however, a neighborhood cat that really really wants to adopt us. He is a gangly adolescent cat who, I believe, technically belongs to our next-door neighbors, but is rather neglected. He bounces around the neighborhood seeking attention from everyone. Today, our door was open and people kept going in and out! Whee! We removed that cat from our apartment probably a couple dozen times. He also dashed into the moving van several times. Keeping track of him kept us pretty busy.