Manageable would probably not be a word that would occur to me now in describing where I am with the move process. About three weeks ago my Move Manager and I sat down and picked a target date to have the house ready to go on the market. Three weeks ago, we chose Thursday of this week. We’ll see.
Things have definitely progressed. Last Saturday the “mini-move” removed all the non-essential pieces of furniture and about sixty boxes of stuff to a 10 x 10 storage room. I understand that when the door was finally closed not another item could have possibly fit. The local team of four young men that came that day did an exceptional job of moving things out – including a little last minute packing that cleared the way for the carpet men coming on Monday.
Today was supposed to be carpet day. It started with a delay in the team’s coming because we did not have all the required rooms totally cleared. There was some misunderstanding about the interpretation for “totally cleared” (or perhaps it changed). So the team that was supposed to start at 8 came about 12. The manager who had come and quoted the job had decided that we could use the current carpet as a pad for the new. When the carpet-laying team came today they disagreed. The current carpet was not totally fixed to the floor. It had some wrinkles in it, which the laying manager said would negatively affect the new carpet. Sounded logical to me. So…then we needed another pad, a new quote, and a new day. No carpet today.
The painter started with a power-wash that took most of the day, but was totally amazing when he had finished. No more dusty garage! It is squeaky clean. Tomorrow, painting inside and out. Tonight I had to take everything that was remaining off the walls, including the wonderful poster collection in my adult son’s boyhood room. He had taken photos of them last weekend, so all are duely recorded, but it was still sad to see them go. Batman, Spiderman, favorite college teams, and inspirational sayings (You Already Are What You Want To Be When You Grow Up). Maybe the carpet guys will be back tomorrow. I have lost track, actually.
The sad thing that happened today was that I took my two lovely cats to a “kennel” for the day. It has a good reputation, and the “girls” could be together but also had an opportunity for their own space. When I arrived (about 3:30 pm) my little Arya (a year old and solid black) was huddled in the back of her space, and hissed at the attendant, who asked me to come coax her out. They will have to go back tomorrow, but it is troubling. Tonight she seems fine. We shall see.
Onward with painters & carpenters.