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?
ReplyDeleteYep, the next stop after I get the go ahead from the doc to remove the brace, the absolute next stop will be the loal Ford Dealer.
Deletejuvat
Good luck with the new neurosurgeon's decision on the brace juvat, as well as a replacement vehicle, what with the costs on those nowadays. Now to settle in amongst the boxes and wishing you and yours a Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nylon. Yeah the F-150's did get a bit more pricey. I'm wondering if the Ford Engineers looked at the wreck and saw we were still alive. I think they saw an opportunity to sell them on the slogan "Crash then into a stone wall and survive. Get your F-150 at Joe's Ford, now!"
DeleteHappy New Years to you and yours also.
juvat
Good to hear from you and that your adventure in living is going well! I wish the both of you tremendous luck in dealing with the full boxes you have sitting around and have a pleasant and happy new years eve.
ReplyDeleteSee you next year....
Thanks, Rob! We're making pretty good progress. Little J and LJW have pitched in and helped with the heavy lifting. They tried to sell me on a 5LB lifting limit. Looking it up, the limit is 10-20 LBS. OOOOOHHH, I feel so much more helpful now. ;-)
DeleteWishing you and yours a pleasant, happy and successful New Years also.
juvat
"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."
ReplyDeleteI'm almost there and my body insists on reminding me of the stupid things that I did when I thought myself immortal and unbreakable. That's SOOOOOO rude of it!
Cute LBD (I think that'swhat thatgarment is).. is that your attire for New Year's Eve?
Joe,
DeleteGiven that I just got up, I (literally) feel your pain. My weekly morning /evening pill sorter contains a Tylenol in each daily, just in case!
As to the last picture. Our Room Steward every evening would twist a towel into the shape of an animal or something. This one happend to be a Cruela DeVille look alike. I thought it was very well done. And the gold wrapped Chocolate coins were tasty.
juvat
Glad you had a good family time Juvat and managed to not re-injure yourself; your careful placement by the bar and restroom sounds inspired.
ReplyDeleteWe share a footprint more or less now as our apartment is about 1200 square feet as well (only 2 bedroom/2 bath though). It is shocking to me both how much that loss of space represents and yet how little it seems to impact our lives. Yes, we do not have the storage space we like (no apartment does, I think) and several of our boxes remain unpacked for lack of space to put things in, but all in all it has worked out well. Although we do not have as many furry friends to manage as you do; a rabbit and a cat take up much less space.
We had reason to go to our storage in New Home during Christmas to find some paperwork for me that I had carefully put away thinking I would not need it again - naturally, it was at the bottom back corner of the storage unit. As we repacked everything back in, The Ravishing Mrs. TB that she was coming to realize that there was a lot there that we were doing fine without (I thought the same thing). We have stuff there and in my parents' barn (which will have to come out when the place sells).
All of this, I suppose, to say that this move has caused me to significantly rethink my relationship with things.
Hopefully everything with the sale went well and the cash hit the bank.