Yesterday, my mover, All Pro Moving, delivered forty boxes, 42lbs of packing paper, six rolls of tape and two markers. So I can pre-move all my crap out of the house. Am I moving? No. I am having an estate sale and we are not selling all of our stuff. We are selling a lot, so we gotta get the “good” stuff out of the way. Hence the pre move packing. And, I say again, Saturday is the sixth work day of the week. I have real work at the office but I will be here today doing other real work. I really don’t look forward to this. And I need to mow the lawn. I thought that had been retired.
Finished the newspaper. Emily went to yoga. I am doing the dishes. What’s next? Mow lawn. I really want to put off the pack and move till Emily can be here and yell at me. Then I will know I am doing it correctly. Just a little guidance. And, now that I think about it, it’s only 9am which means lawn is too wet to mow. I can wait on that.
It’s now 125. I have been packing and cleaning since 9. Emily was gone till 1135 yogaing and shopping. And me packing. Way fun. Soon as I finish the next box I am going to the lawn. I swear it.
Next stop is a lunch of leftover burritos. So far, mine is nice and hot. And I hear it again “I don’t know how u can eat it so hot”. Been hearing that 30 years. I would think she would have figured it out by now. My tongue is burning from the hot sauce, though.
So I finally got the lawn mowed, roughly. That’s as good as they get. Buyers are lucky I mow at all. Though he may buy the mower. That would be a bonus. It only took an hour to mow. Dear God, please make this the last time I have to mow this lawn and let me move away to my next home.
One of the buyers, and three of her friends and the RE agent came by at three. Emily took a load of clothing to the consignment shop. I stayed and played host while they walked around and measured things. And I signed papers for my agent. At this point I would probably sign my own death warrant.
It is now 910. I hurt all over. I hate boxes. We did stop for dinner a couple hours ago. . Barb and Kirk brought by he remains of the BBQ they had for Kirks b day. We are having them over to our house tomorrow. So he gets two b day dinners. Dinner was fab. Especially the artichokes. I really think most artichokes are a waste of time. But Barb has oh so obviously perfected the art of the artichoke. She grills them with plenty of garlic and butter and I don’t know what else. But now I want to eat them and previously did not. She has changed my life.
After heaven if dinner comes hell of boxes. We both packed till 8. Emily quit. I kept going and going till aforementioned 910. When I said fuck it. Which is what I said. God am I sore. And tired. And getting up to xtra early tomorrow to go to work and do taxes. I will be sitting down.
Time for me to clean up and go to bed. Emily is already there. Tomorrow she will pack alone. That won’t be fun.