No matter how much you plan, no matter how much time you give yourself to get ready, every move is an ugly one.
You can start planning a month early, cataloging all your belongings, measuring, marking, planning exactly how many boxes you’ll need and how to pack each one perfectly, labeled without error and ready to move into the exact right room in the new place. But without fail you’re up late the night before tossing items into the nearest box without rhyme or reason… Hey, there goes the dog! The cat! The fine china!
And no matter how much time you give yourself to box up everything, you’re still tossing things into boxes as the movers come through the door. And by the time the movers have taken all the boxes out and start on the furniture, you notice another ton of stuff not packed, necessitating endless car trips back and forth finishing up.
And don’t even get me started on the new place. The gas hadn’t been turned on, so the place was too cold to sleep in. Off we went to a hotel. The fridge doesn’t work, so all our food is ruined. The bathroom door wouldn’t close — mainly because they hadn’t finished hanging it properly or installing the latch in the jamb. The kitchen faucet doesn’t work. The aggravating thing about all this is the place is nice… It would be nice to be able to enjoy it. Hopefully soon.
Cecil the cat doesn’t like it. Orson the dog doesn’t know what to make of it yet, except that it represents whole new vistas on which to pee.
In the meantime, I won’t have Internet connectivity at home for another couple of weeks or so. I can log on from work or head down to the Starbucks on the corner and use the wi-fi. And no DirecTV for another week. That means missing Olbermann, Daily Show, Colbert, Earl, 30 Rock, Lost, Rome, Battlestar… How oh how did people live during the Stone Age without satellite and Internet, without TiVo and laptops?