In fact, I've found dear little. As much careful packing and planning as I did, it was all worthless in the piling of belongings once it got here, and in the unpacking frenzy of enthusiastic friends. This may take months to sort out. There are only 2 closets here, no pantry and no lower cupboards in the kitchen. The bathroom is wonderfully big, and once the pile of unwieldy and non-bathroom things are cleared out of the shower, I may finally be able to use it. If I find any of the shampoo or soap I carefully packed in a special box of essentials that was emptied despite my yelling, "That's just to me! Leave it for me!" The kitchen is a bit of a mess, neither the fan or light work in the exhaust hood. The rusty refrigerator is ancient and turned up to max just keeps things close to cold, though the freezer seems alright. The toilet riser doesn't fit this unusually shaped toilet. I've emailed the office. Nothing can be done til Monday anyway.
Then there was the issue of the computer not working until I realized someone had pulled out and hooked up the old hard drive instead of the new.
And the phone company not showing up til late this afternoon instead of yesterday morning.
I hate this move about as much as this year's election.
Beest seems nonplussed by the whole thing. Certainly her appetite isn't off, she slept by my head as always, and she's slowly exploring the landscape. I wish I had her nonchalance.
Should I ever move again, I'm not going to bother trying to organize anything. Throw the towels in with the tools and soup. Pack the books and underwear together. It's not going to matter in the end.
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I am still finding things from my last move. That was 14 years ago. I am sure that things for you will eventually get straightened out. The first few weeks, just trying to find your essentials, is overwhelming, but once the underwear and the toothpaste are found, you can relax some. The neighbor across the hall, though, should be ignored.
You know I'm intrigued by enigmas. Maybe Goggles wore goggles because her garlic odor made her eyes water. There are new mysteries to solve with every move. I've followed your blog long enough to know you have a well-organized mind, and have every confidence you'll get things unboxed and sorted out soon.
I've come to understand that chaos is the natural order of things...that order and symmetry are battled against by the planet and every living thing on it. Pack it carefully and it will come apart in the end....even at the grocery store.....place things on the belt in the order you want it bagged, not gonna happen. Make a special cupboard for health care items and they will still turn up in odd places. Nope....chaos is the rule. If the bottle is marked 'distilled water' someone for sure will fill it with vinigar and look surprised to find this is not right. I hope things settle down for you soon..at least Beast is happy.
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