I'll apologize upfront for another newsy update, as opposed to pictures of progress or wildlife, but the tale must be told. We seem to be on a non-stop roller coaster as we try to finish up the cabin, get packed up from rental house #1, move into rental house #2 and settle things down for a while.
The good news...Emily is recovering well and feeling better each day. No setbacks. Just resting and getting her strength back each day.
More good news...Terrell is pretty well settled into the cabin. The replacement cabinets are in. The brick steps are in. Every bit of paint is touched up and the house is starting to look like a home. A few small trim items left to take care of, but otherwise, he's living comfortably and unpacking boxes...lots of boxes.
Now...about our move on July 1st... Wednesday morning I get a call from U-Haul confirming the truck I reserved for our move. It turns out that the office I was supposed to pick it up from can't accommodate us, so we'll have to pick the truck up another 30 miles further away (Thanks U-Haul, as I'm paying you $1/mile to rent your truck?). Oh and by the way...it's not available at 8AM (movers are showing up at 9AM). It won't be available until 12:45PM. Are you kidding me? Time to make some calls.
I finally tracked down a truck through Budget. It's much smaller than what I needed, but I figure we'll just make two trips. I can breathe somewhat of a sigh of relief knowing that I have a local truck available at 8AM. Whew! Then Neta's phone rings... (cue music from the shower scene in Psycho).
The rental company called to tell us that the house we are moving into is infested with fleas and needs to be exterminated and asked if we can push our move date back a week or so. We tell her that we'll have to see if we can reschedule things with the truck and the movers. Oh yeah...and the cable/telephone company.
Luckily with a few phone calls we managed to get all of that changed to next Friday (July 8th). The landlord, who owns both houses and is moving back into the one we're in now, is very understanding of the whole situation and said he has no problem with us staying until the other house is ready.
The silver lining of it all is that it give us more time to pack and get ready. Neta already had more on her list than could be done in the few days we had left. We were just taking care of the priorities and letting the other stuff get taken care of when we could get to it. Now we have some breathing room...fingers crossed.
Can this move get any crazier? Our next blog post may contain stories about a plague of frogs, a meteor and a zombie apocalypse. If so, I promise pictures!
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