Adiós, Worldly Possessions!

It’s been a little unexpected around here lately. – Since the movers decided to not show up on the day they were scheduled to come and pack, load and transport our household goods. That’s what they call all your worldly possessions in the military – “Household Goods.”  And if they’re gettin’ fancy, just HHG.  You can always count on them to make up an acronym.  They have whole manuals dedicated to decoding them.  But, I digress.  

Cheety doesn't know what to make of 
all the activity. - Just that it's very 
untrustworthy!

Anyway, somebody along the way dropped the ball on when the movers were scheduled to come, so we had to re-schedule them for the following week after they were originally supposed to come.  Which actually worked out better, since we were in no way ready for them to converge on the house and start doing their thing.  And our total lack of preparation has nothing at all to do with the fact that my main priority the weekend before was lying by the pool and drinking beers.  Somehow doing any of the 500 things that needed to be done to get ready wasn’t as important.  Eh, it happens.  

So, here we are.  We got an extra week with all our things, and now we’ll only have to house camp for 1 week instead of 2.  Sounds good to me - everyone wins.  It took me a little while to get to that point, though.  At first I was completely irritated and genuinely pissed off that it wasn’t going as planned.  I’m better now.  Let’s hear it for forced flexibility when one of your default traits is being rigid.

Hubby With Gene, one of our impressively efficient movers & a Tower o' Boxes in the kitchen

So at the moment, I'm sitting on the tiny island free of chaos that is our couch. (With a very concerned Pugbull by my side.) They're wrapping and packing today, and loading should start tomorrow.  That's good, because that means I don't have to get up yet.  And so it begins.

Bedroom Anarchy

He has to be thinking, "Well, my bed USED to be here."