Digging Out
Here I am, blogging on our regular computer. I had gotten so used to using the laptop that when I started typing just now, the letters looked so huge! See, it's because I'm using the PC and we have a nice big monitor. It's much easier on my old eyes.
Anyway, the move went OK yesterday. Our worst fears were not realized. Which means that everything that those dips in Newport packed was here. We're fairly sure they didn't steal anything from us. They were hard on a few things, of course. It seems to be standard mover protocol to bang stuff around. The worst thing was that they ripped Josiah's train table apart. We were able to put it back together again, but it won't ever be as sturdy.
We had Italian movers. Jeez. I mean, here we were expecting to have to communicate in German and they came from Naples. Hans was speaking Spanish with them, so we communicated fairly well. They were very efficient. Not Japanese-mover efficient, but definitely better than American movers. They got all our stuff into the apartment in about four hours. Now we're just trying to find a home for everything.
Less is more, people. Less is more. Unless you never move. Then, have all the crap you want. But when you move every couple of years, it's startling to discover how much stuff you have. We are going to be absolutely crammed into this apartment (note to grandparents to please not send any big toys). Just so you can appreciate how cramped we already are--Hans is complaining that he doesn't have enough closet space and I have filled up two boxes with clothes I will take to the thrift shop on base. I was kind of looking for an excuse to pare down.
Anyway, just a quick message to let you know that we are surviving. I am so thankful that Hans has been home to help with all of this. Our neighbor downstairs has two boys and took Josiah and Annika for the entire afternoon yesterday. I don't know why I didn't think to ask. I have problems asking for help, I know. It was such a godsend to have them out of the way and they had a lot of fun.
Gotta go...boxes and boxes of things to unpack. Current count on can openers: 3. See what I mean about extra junk?
Anyway, the move went OK yesterday. Our worst fears were not realized. Which means that everything that those dips in Newport packed was here. We're fairly sure they didn't steal anything from us. They were hard on a few things, of course. It seems to be standard mover protocol to bang stuff around. The worst thing was that they ripped Josiah's train table apart. We were able to put it back together again, but it won't ever be as sturdy.
We had Italian movers. Jeez. I mean, here we were expecting to have to communicate in German and they came from Naples. Hans was speaking Spanish with them, so we communicated fairly well. They were very efficient. Not Japanese-mover efficient, but definitely better than American movers. They got all our stuff into the apartment in about four hours. Now we're just trying to find a home for everything.
Less is more, people. Less is more. Unless you never move. Then, have all the crap you want. But when you move every couple of years, it's startling to discover how much stuff you have. We are going to be absolutely crammed into this apartment (note to grandparents to please not send any big toys). Just so you can appreciate how cramped we already are--Hans is complaining that he doesn't have enough closet space and I have filled up two boxes with clothes I will take to the thrift shop on base. I was kind of looking for an excuse to pare down.
Anyway, just a quick message to let you know that we are surviving. I am so thankful that Hans has been home to help with all of this. Our neighbor downstairs has two boys and took Josiah and Annika for the entire afternoon yesterday. I don't know why I didn't think to ask. I have problems asking for help, I know. It was such a godsend to have them out of the way and they had a lot of fun.
Gotta go...boxes and boxes of things to unpack. Current count on can openers: 3. See what I mean about extra junk?
Comments
Glad to hear you now have been settled in your apartment with your belongings. It is always a surprise what the movers damage, we keep finding hidden scratches for a year after we move. But... it beats moving it all yourself.
A nickname for your navigation system, "Dora" for Dora the explorer. I mean, you are using it to explore a new world, right????
Say, your new nickname should be "Wonder Woman". Both your mother and mother-in-law called you an amazing woman, but "amazing woman" sounds to much like being Spider-man's wife.
Our new e-mail is kcraig3@roadrunner.com.
Take care,
Jerry Craig