As the Move Continues

Silly me. I thought we’d be moved by this time, after 10 days or so of wee hour runs by me from the old digs at Foster to the new digs at Carmen (the I-Go car-sharing club offers free per-hour rentals between midnight and six a.m.), $500 worth of various sized boxes (cardboard and plastic) bought from Target and The Container Store plus a slew more borrowed from Jack and Julie (who recently completed their own move). Now, though, I find myself sitting in the Foster house surrounded by things that the movers left behind: a car seat, posters, umbrellas, our bedspread, four lamps, pillows, stereos, mirrors, table tops, trashcans, a dish-drying rack, stereo and speakers, VCR, cable box, computer printer, closet shelving units, a refrigerator full of food, shower curtain, several packed boxes and sundries out the wazoo. Now it looks like my midnight runs will continue through the coming week. (As I’ve told some of you, over this past month, I’ve felt like the mysterious neighbor--played by Raymond Burr--who takes suitcases in and out of his apartment late at night while being watched through binoculars by a suspicious immobilized Jimmy Stewart in Alfred Hitchcock’s 1954 classic, Rear Window.) We ended up paying the movers $900 (including tips) for less than five and a half hours of work and in the process, they destroyed our shoe cabinet and broke Emilio’s bed (though unstable, it is still usable, we think; he slept in it last night).

The morning’s good news is that Mari found my wallet, which went missing last night around ten. It was on a kitchen shelf. It was almost worth losing it so that recovering it today could provide me with a welcome surge of gratitude and relief. We also had a good breakfast—banana walnut pancakes for me—on the patio at Angel’s.

And the beat goes on . . .