Thursday, December 16, 2010
I'm a rolling stone. . .
This is going to sound like a personal problem, but I have a mattress in my car!
During the six years that the family split time between Cliff House and the Farm, my main bed was a cot. When we moved to the Farm full-time, that cot was brought in to the upstairs hall and never used again. I won't need it at the new house, but the other night it caught my attention. I knew that I couldn't get the whole bed into my car, but, just maybe, the mattress. . .
I'd already loaded up the car for the next morning, so I couldn't try it right then. But last night I dragged that thing through the length of the house and out into the fresh snow. It took some doing, and I can't see out of my left window, but I got it loaded! There was even room left over for me to get some bits of furniture in there, and some rugs and bags of odd items, and a broom (now at last I can sweep off the deck of the new house!).
The main problem in moving right away was that I didn't want to sleep on the floor for a week and a half, if that was how long it took to get the furniture moved. Problem solved! I am now officially moving this weekend!
. . . and what seemed like a great idea at the time is now giving me butterflies. It's crazy. This needs to happen and under the circumstances (the old house is now in a deeply depressing state -- even the cats have noticed it) I want it to happen, but for some reason I'm all nerved up.
I've changed my focus in packing from clearing off (and out) the larger furniture to packing up the things I'll need for bare-bones living with the quats. With any luck, we'll all hit the road on Saturday -- but I have a lot to do before that can happen, and it may force a day's delay. Either way, when I leave for work on Moanday morning, it will be from the new house, my commute will be just three minutes, and if the snow flies that night (as some are predicting) I'll be under no obligation to drive out to the old house through a storm.
What a year this has been. . .