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The movers took bloody forever to get our stuff loaded. Around the 4:30pm, it was heard (after giving the kids a profanity immersion lesson) "We got the door closed a while ago." After much pushing and arguing, the whole tier had to be reloaded. I had to command them to empty out the house so I could give a last check through in advance of the buyers' walk through at 7:00pm.
It is a good thing for us that residents of our block of Ashland Ave. (it will always be our block) as kind, generous, and entertaining as they are. Thank you all for the beer, the sandwiches, the pizza, and the general all around goodness.
Posted by Underblog at August 20, 2005 6:06 AM
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Hey--thanks for the NYT! How long do I get to read your paper?? The opaque blue bag is my favorite dog-walking "tool".
What time did you shove off? Where did you camp? Thanks again for all the great food-stuff!
Happy travels. Deb
Posted by: Deb at August 20, 2005 10:38 AM
Last chance to drive through Sunny North Dakota (instead of that boring Southern knock-off).... maybe that's why the universe delayed you?
Posted by: GenerationBob at August 20, 2005 11:46 AM
you must have had our movers! we only moved two miles, and had the majority of our stuff in a POD unit and they still took all darn day! :-)
Posted by: danielle at August 25, 2005 8:02 AM