The move is going well. The movers came Monday, and moved all the big stuff - the beds, the mattresses, the desk, the headboard, the TV, the entertainment center, the shelves, the 20-odd boxes and containers we had packed... They took almost exactly four hours, even gave us a break on the timing (since technically they count depot-to-depot, but actually charged us for the time they spent moving instead). Two really nice guys - John and Gary. It was mildly depressing to see just how little of the truck our stuff used, though... And this is *our* stuff, Nina's and mine and Aidan's.
We've made a number of trips since then also, and there's still a fair amount at the apartment to transfer. It's not like we're on a hard clock or anything - our lease doesn't expire until the 30th, and we're paid on rent. Jon, of course, told his new roommate she could start moving in tomorrow. It's very hard not to be grumpy about that. If she's moving in already, I can't help but feel she should be paying a portion of Nina and my's rent. But whatever... We still have a cupboard full of dry food, a couple of random things in the fridge/freezer, a number of Kitchen items (blender, collander somewhere, etcetera). Nina's computer, a whole crap-ton of pictures and artwork (in frames), several board games, at two or three computer monitor/small TVs. Technically, two air conditions and a wardrobe, though I kindof want to just leave them, since they're not useful to us. A bunch of garbage. Ugggggh. Definitely not going to be done tomorrow.
The whole thing is very stressful. I'm tired, frustrated, in pain, and sick of dealing with it. Moving sucks, but I suppose everyone knows that already. Or most of you.
I wonder how Jon's doing? He managed to get the utilities turned off today. I told him last week (Thursday or Friday?) I'd arranged to have the meter read to take it out of my name today, and that it'd be turned off if he didn't arrange to have it put into his. I told him again Saturday, and again yesterday. Today, I get there at like 10:30? And the power's off. He swears he called; but when he talked to them today, they told him they have no record of it.
He then says "Yeah, someone needs to be there tomorrow between 8 and 4 so they can come and turn it back on." And then he waits, expectantly. Eventually I realize he wants me to do it; which I refuse, immediately. I've got way the hell too much stuff going on to wait around for hours and fix the fuck-up that's either his or the utility's company.
And of course when all is said and done there's a crap-ton to do at the new place, also. Most of the stuff is moved over, but only a small percentage of it is put away yet. I mean, it's fine, we'll get it dealt with. Just... Imposing.
I finally got in to see the orthopedist, today. Official verdict? Possible mild strain, fallen arch, and early-onset arthritis. FML. Prescription for $400 orthotic inserts, cortisone shot, and a strong recommendation to wear my ankle brace more often.
All right. It's just about time to get in the car and get home, so good night.
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