JZ, what a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My POD is unpacked. Bed is assembled. Desk is actually assembled too because the dudes I hired like puzzles. They were awesome. Though the person that recommended them to mom kept cautioning her not to be startled or put off by their appearances. Apart from them each having a facial piercing or two and one with rocking burgundy chunks in (dark) hair, I have no idea what she meant.
There are boxes everywhere. I did my clothes today. Tomorrow is bathroom and then the diaster that is kitchen because not only are there boxes in the way of half of the storage areas, I also don't know where I want things yet.
Of probably over 60 boxes, only three looked crushed and actually I haven't found anything broken in them (but haven't unpacked them completely) or anything else so far. I mean, I know that something breaking is probably inevitable but so far, so amazing. Especially given the clusterfuck that was my move to Oregon where I hired movers to do it all and they broken pages and pages of furniture and glasses and just everything. And never covered it. Today? One missing hardware doodad for my bed frame but I think that maybe was already missing. Probably from the assholes who moved me to Oregon.
Saw meteors tonight. And met half of the town because Mom knows every single person. Benefit for the local land trust. Storms rolled through earlier but then it got dark and it got really clear. And - bam - our atmosphere was playing Galaga.
And any minor earthquakes you feel
Amusingly my elementary school is being closed and a new one built. Turns out they finally care that it's on a fault. I just remember being told that we'd go through earthquake procedures after a spelling test which was interrupted by, you guessed it, an earthquake.
As an alternative, I asked for the caplets which I could open and try to dissolve in something but she always knew - one of my worst memories was backing her into a corner and repeating, over her screams, "you can't have a cookie until you've eaten your ice cream". In retrospect, it was absurd but at the time, I, too, felt like the evillest mom in the world. My only comfort is that it doesn't seem to be HER worst childhood memory - she is just amused by her obstinacy and somewhat proud that she managed to get two desserts out of me.
When I had a broken jaw that was wired shut, my dad would throw my antibiotics into whatever he was blending for me to eat. Thankfully it was pre-braces, so I didn't have to have a tooth knocked out. Just put the straw between the huge front gap.
There was an epic sulk when it was scrambled eggs tough. He won but I cannot imagine that was fun for him. I just used it as an essay in school and then sold the story for money eventually.
As glad as I am to have my couch again, I think I want my bed more right now. Moving is hard work. I have one lone sock. I will give it to a house elf if they unpack and organize my kitchen.