I'm still cranky about the movers my folks hired to move them to CA from FL; they packed really badly, so we ended up with a bunch of the 90-year-old china broken. They didn't re-install the mirrors above the dressers, so those are still propped against the wall. And my mother's convinced a bunch of her clothing got lost.
I am not looking forward to moving, but am looking forward to having moved; there is too much police activity on this street.
We used movingscam.com to choose our movers, and they were fast and efficient.
Yay, dinner is first artichokes of the season. Cooked with java's lemons.
I hate movers. They stress me.
I hate movers. They stress me.
I hate movers. They broke a lot of my stuff. And charged more than they were supposed to.
But I love artichokes. So I am going to focus on potential future nummy vegetables and not past moving trauma.
They broke a lot of my stuff. And charged more than they were supposed to.
Two reasons why they stress me.
I had a great conversation with a moving company that I've heard is a good one and am looking forward to meeting with one of the managers on Saturday, when he comes by to do an estimate. I am really hoping to not have to stress about the actual physical move.
I think I got lucky, hiring a guy I work with.
I now know that my neighbor's cat is capable of taking down a rat. Go Pooch! And, um, that was freaky. He's not big. But really a good predator.
One of the cool things about having barn cats is we got to see that sort of thing a lot.