Hola, Amigos. I’ve been periscope down in no-DSL-at-the-new-house land for the last few days. Rough to have to look in a phone book to get numbers, but it’s nice to be home.
The move, for the most part, went off without incident. Well, sort of, I guess. When I went to pick up the truck, I learned that U-Haul’s 26′ trucks are much more manual transmission than I thought they were. I drive a stick maybe once every six or seven years. Though I was due, I (wisely, IMO) decided against and called friends to beg. Thanks, Clancey, for the bail out, and thanks also to Tej for offering to do as much.
(Note: I’m at a coffee shop right now and they’re playing “Hey Ya” on the radio machine. I can’t think of a song that makes me want to smash the speakers with a bat more than this song does.)
Anyway, we got my place loaded up quickly enough. Sorry about the boxes of books. I wasn’t trying to hurt anybody with those. Honest. Stephanie’s place also packed up smoothly enough. Which is braggable.
(Note #2: My text editor doesn’t believe that “braggable” is a real word. Silly text editor.)
(Whatever: It’s playing the Fugees now. A huge step up.)
So now we have the furniture moved in, the kid’s stuff is there, Stephanie and I each have a suitcase or so’s worth of clothing and what have you. Hopefully we’ll get the boxes in the garage unpacked before too long. I estimate that we’ll definitely be done by the end of 2007.
I can’t sufficiently thank the people who came out and schlepped our stuff around the SGV. The move would have been a nightmare without you. It’s comforting to have friends willing to spend a perfectly good Sunday in the back of a U-Haul in order to help out. You guys rock. You’re all welcome over for beers and deck sitting. The same goes for all of you who couldn’t make it on account of prior commitments. Except for Pat, who I know scheduled his family’s vacation months in advance, before I knew that we were going to buy the place even, just to get out of the move.
If the move wasn’t enough excitement, today was The Kid’s first day at his new school. It. Looks. Nice. When he walked in, the desks were all the way stocked with books and colored pencils and glue and what have you. The campus is beautiful, his teacher is cool, parents were swarming everywhere in a good way, and everybody seemed pretty happy to be there. All of these are good signs. One odd observation between this and his last school: there are a lot more parents in ironic t-shirts than before. I don’t know what this means.
(Which reminds me: I still need to call his old school district and let them know that he won’t be there. Crap.)
Anyway, it’s been busy times. The “WTF am I ever going to use this for?” Blackberry has been burning up the airwaves while I sit at home and wait for things to be delivered. Hooray for understanding bosses. We have 1,000,001 things going on again this weekend, but hopefully I’ll get to take another crack at some of the boxes. Who knows, we may be able to put our cars in the garage before the end of the year. ;)