As the title indicates, Mrs J, the Three Dogs and I managed to successfully transfer to College Station over the last couple weeks or so. It was not beyond its exciting moments though as the whole process kept us busy beyond belief. Sleep at night is not difficult. However, we tend to awaken in the morning with our muscles warning us that we're in our 70's not in our 20's any more.
The festivities started with the two of us separating our "Stuff" into two piles. One pile to transfer to the rental house and the other to go directly into storage awaiting the completion of construction on the new home. We did most of the packing of the first pile. Unfortunately, we didn't get all the way done and the movers offered to pack the rest. Given that I am still wearing my neck brace 24-7, I was willing to take them up on the offer. Being much more practiced on packing and moving, they quickly got ahead of us.
Yep, a lot of stuff we wanted delivered to the rental, didn't and without unloading our two storage containers, we're doing without or buying new ones. Not optimum! But we'll get by.
I mean it's not all bad news. The Lord might have intervened and directed their action. The rental house is SMALL! 3 Bedrooms, 2 Baths and about 1200 sq ft.
Anyhow, College Station is a medium large City. Texas A&M adds a lot of young'uns to the melee. Seems the need to drag race their cars on the streets is still a trend as it was 55 years ago when I got my license. I think the Lord might be repayig me for old transgressions. Yes, my blood pressure does go up a bit!
Oh, I forgot! 50 million rug rats running full blast around the ship, below my lower range of neck movement which includes vision limitations. Fortunately, Mrs J was willing to take me by the hand and keep me from trouble. I learned that finding a place to relax, with bar service and close proximity to a restroom (less than 50ft) made the situation a lot more survivable. Having been to both ports multiple times (No, I don't want another serape, Thank You!) I stayed on board for both.
Oh, my Word! The quiet and service was wonderful! Even got a nap in!
But...All things must come to an end. We got back home and mysteriously the Boxes hadn't unpacked themselves. Little J, LJW and Miss B went to visit LJW's Mom, so we're back to the process. Fortunately, the unpacking is well underway, maybe 75% of the boxes. Phase 2 is now underway.
For those who don't know or have forgotten, Phase 2 is the put things away phase. Or, more correctly the "Where the heck (insert a different verb that defines frustration better) is the XXXX?"
But Progress is being made, the garage is getting fuller, and the stack of recyclable cardboare id knee hiigh and getting taller. Man, I wish I still had my truck, for a lot of reasons, Neck being one.
Speaking thereof, while you're reading this, I'll be visiting my new neurosurgeon and hopefully he'll give the go ahead to take my neck brace off. Permanently. We'll See!
Fortunately, we haven't experienced replacement so far during the move. Forecast for the rest of the unpacking is still up in the air!
As you can see a slow and boring week.
Or Not!
Happy New Year!
You will be getting another F-150, right?
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