It’s 7:15 in the morning. I’m almost never up this early, much less blogging at this time of day, but I’ve been going to bed earlier than my usual 1-3 a.m. because I’m so exhausted lately. Moving is tough.
Here’s a recap for you: Monday the 14th at around 6 p.m. we picked up the 10′ U-Haul truck and Fisherman and his son filled it to the brim. Seriously, you couldn’t have gotten so much as a toothbrush into it anymore. Funny thing is, we wanted to order a van instead of a truck but they don’t do one way’s with those, so we ‘settled’ for a 10′. We could have used a 14′ van, because we ended up having to put stuff into our SUV plus our other car, and we left some things in the garage with the landlord’s permission. When we moved from our 2500′ sq. ft home a year and a half ago into our rental of 1250′ sq. ft., we naturally got rid of a LOT of furniture, but the garage at the rental was HUGE and it had an attic as well, so yes, we still had tons of stuff, and unlike a lot of people our age we still have lots of our daughter’s things since she lives in Singapore.
Tuesday was spent packing up some last minute things and waiting for the girl to pick up the bed that we sold at the moving sale. She came around 2 and in addition to the bed I gave her tons of really nice items. She was thrilled and I was glad to give everything a good home. The couple that gave us a deposit for some furniture never showed up, so we called an organization and donated the armoires, the sectional and the cocktail table. We were fortunate to get someone to come at such last minute notice, the only problem is we have reason to believe they stole from us. I won’t go into too many details, but they took a safe deposit box with cash and all our personal papers such as passports, birth certificates, marriage license, etc. are gone. I know what you’re thinking…we moved and it will show up. No, it won’t. They took it. We may file a police report, but that’s just a formality. Everything is gone and it’s been very stressful.
After everything was packed, we had to leave one of the cars at a friend’s house because we had three vehicles (our two cars and the truck) but only two of us. When we went to her house she invited us to stay for dinner. I thought we should trek onward, but it was nice to take a break. We left her house at 10:00 p.m. in the pouring rain for the two hour drive to the cabin. She offered for us to spend the night, but we were having friends come the next morning at 9 to help us unload and there was no way I felt like getting up at 6 to get there in time.
Fisherman was driving the truck and I had the SUV. It was raining quite hard when we left, and when I was around 45 minutes from the cabin, I noticed ‘white stuff’. I say it that way because there’s no way I thought it was snow. It was, after all, April 15th, but that was in fact what it was. Not only that, it was mixed with ice. What should have taken me 45 minutes took me almost an hour and a half, and I arrived at the cabin at 12:30 a.m. I was thrilled to be there but I was concerned about Fisherman. I didn’t know where he was, and I didn’t want to call him because I knew he needed to be completely focused on driving. I stepped onto the porch steps and found that they had been completely disconnected from the house! I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck. I settled in, and after about 15 minutes Fisherman called. He was at the bottom of the hill and didn’t think the truck could make it. Let me explain something here. The community the cabin is in is situated at the top of a mountain. It is deceptively steep. So much so that at the bottom of the mountain there is a ‘runaway truck ramp’ that’s most likely been used more times than I can count.
So…I had to go and get him and go down the mountain in icy conditions. By now it’s after 1:00 a.m. The drive was horrendous, and at one point I lost control of the car and almost hit the side rails. I shifted into low gear and went down the mountain at around 8 miles an hour. Any faster and I would have been toast. What should have taken no more than 12 minutes took about 40, but I got to Fisherman in one piece. We left the U-Haul in front of a restaurant with a note that said we would return in the morning. It was unlocked and when I expressed concern Fisherman said ‘we don’t need that crap anyway’! Spoken like a typical husband.
Going back up the hill was much easier than going down, and we walked into the cabin at around 2:30 a.m. exhausted and emotionally spent. We got up the next morning and got the truck (with all our ‘junk’ intact) and by 11 everything was in the house.
Isn’t it lovely? Right now, our bedroom and the kitchen are in working order, and everything right now is in the lower level so at least one part of the house looks somewhat decent. For someone who alphabetizes her spice racks, this chaos is tough. But as I said to Fisherman, ‘how do you eat an elephant’? One bite at a time. He never heard that expression, and when I tried to demonstrate it was common with some friends, they never heard of it either! Is it just me or what??
I’ll be back with some progress reports and I’ll be sharing some of my storage solutions with you. The cabin doesn’t have an attic, a garage or even a shed. The basement is used mostly for living space, so it’s particularly challenging as you can imagine. Last year we installed a deck and were hoping to have the area underneath converted into a storage room, but it’s hard to find reliable contractors so I’ve given up trying. We will work with what we have and continue to purge as much as possible. It will take months or longer, but now that we’re retired time isn’t an issue.