Friday, July 6, 2007

tasks

Over the past week, I have realized how much I hate to move. This process is slow, inconvenient, and exhausting. It has made me temporarily homeless, and I am developing an aversion to restaurant food.

Here's the requested picture of boxes for E.

Before we could get to this point, though, we had to get past the backhoe. At the last possible moment, the city decided to dig up the street in front of our house (because of a broken water main).
So, the moving cubes/pods we arranged to have delivered had to go down the street a bit.
This last minute change of plans didn't stop us. Everything is now packed and on its way. Half of this unenviable task is done.

2 comments:

kungfuramone said...

Fact: half of the point of men is box-carrying. (The other half is jar-opening.)

Fact: the reason to help other people move is the cultivation of sweet, sweet moving karma.

Fact: I'm still happy that you're going to be joining us in Cali, albeit a couple of hundred miles away.

Dolce Vita said...

I'm happy about moving too. I'll be very happy once we're moved in and I can no longer see any sign of boxes in my living space.