First, the good news: They fixed the bathtub and I can take a bath now, so there is a possibility of my calmer self emerging in the near future.
Now, the bad news:
1) Due to the aforementioned dining room waterfall, a patch of the ceiling in our dining room has crashed to the floor. This is not a completely bad thing, as the dropped ceiling there is Really Really Really Ugly and from the looks of it (the plaster underneath looks pretty bad) they'll have to replace the whole thing.
2) When the Penske was parked outside last night. Someone tagged it with spray paint. We'll have to pay for the damage, and heaven-only-knows how much that will be. If I ever catch the kid that did it I'm going to wear them out (as my mom would say). Little shit.
3) We spent another 8 hours in the truck yesterday, driving to Kentucky and back. The good part is we stopped at one of my favorite places--the Louisa Paveillion (yes, that is how they spell it) and I'll have photos to post when our internet gets hooked up at home.
4) Our internet does not get hooked up until Wednesday. I am having severe withdrawal episodes.
I've asked AJ (Answer Jesus) what all this means, but he is conspicuous by his silence. I'm truly on the verge of a Big Ugly Moving Breakdown, complete with Monumental Hysterics. I only hope it does not happen here in the public library...but as Nonanon and the Laundress can tell you, that does indeed happen.
Happy Labor Day 2023!
1 year ago
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Hmmm. I know a little something about Big Ugly Moving Breakdowns. I'm sure the image of the White Trash Spandex Queen lying in that U-Haul in front of our place in Madison is burned into your brain forever. 100 degree heat with no air conditioning. Two unmotivated Labor Ready dudes with no moving dolly. SQ yelling at me that my uterus is going to fall out if I attempt to move any boxes into the apartment myself. Me crying hysterically. Meanwhile, Kevin was stuck in Bumblefuck, Illinois with a broken down Volvo, several expensive guitars, a can of tuna fish, and a houseplant. Oh, yeah. Good times. Then on our move from Madison to Columbus, I will never forget how after TWO WEEKS with no furniture, the movers finally showed in with a freaking 18-wheeler to navigate down the narrow streets of Clintonville to deliver our furniture. Then they proceeded to THROW our boxes into the house, to the reassuring sound of shattering glass as some of the boxes hit the floor. The truck was blocking a major intersection by necessity, and the cops were called. That move made me cry too. Moving sucks.
Huh. Now I've made this All About Me. Sorry about that, Mrs. Bee.
But seriously, if you need a shoulder to cry on or some beer to soothe you, you know where I am.
Ms. Bee,
just hang on... you are in one very hard place. Moving sucks. Moving into a new state and off to a new job is scary. You two are brave and change is good. It is also HARD.
Go chew on Mr. Maundering at bit, he can take it and that is what marriage involves... just remind yourself that better times are ahead.
Your new home looked very pretty and comfortable in the earlier pics. Ceilings are replaceable.
Hope you get a warm bath and a hi-speed connection soonish!
All the best to you and your fine husband. Better days are just ahead for ALL of us! Yup, I have no Jesus but I do have my daughter's Magic Eightball. A close cousin.
Moving is rouuuugh.
But it's so great later.
Even after a Hurricane of Immense Proportions, I can say: It's so great later. :) Truuuust me. :)
In completely unrelated news: I have a sign picture for you I took on my phone! so #1: do you have a picture phone so I can instant message you? Or #2: do you have any idea how I get this picture off my phone and to you. I am technology-stooooopid. Sigh. The camera phone was cheaper than the non-camera phone, that's the only reason we have it. I'm so useless.
Beth
Hi Bee. If it makes you feel any better, I had a crying breakdown over moving (the mold all over my new bathroom, ect.) just today while on my way to the hospital cafeteria at work. I guess that the hospital is a better place to cry than the public library, eh? I would hate to have a librarian hush me for crying! Don't worry, the new ceiling and other assorted messes now will make the house feel all the more like yours in the long-run...just like I will make friends with my mold. Say hi to Rob-O for me. S.
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