It’s been an odd week

Wow. I haven’t posted for two whole weeks. Where has the time gone? Oh, right, I know. I’ve been on the move. Peter is staying behind in NOLA, teaching at UNO and starting his two major research projects and the stepson got his first, full-time summer job. After a rough year and an even rougher move, I just felt the need to mooch off family… in the North… where the temperatures are more reasonable. (Lagniappe is comfortably enjoying her stay at the Spa, a.k.a. my in-laws’ house on the North Shore.)

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Moving sucks… but you all knew that

I wish I’d had the wherewithal to take pictures of this whole debacle. It started, well, about a  2 months ago when we finally figured out where we were going to end up. (There was a chance it would be Arkansas.) At that point, I figured, I’ll be all proactive about it and just do a little bit at a time. And it worked great. Everyone thought I was so on the ball; so organized. Little did they know how wrong they were.

So, I had planned to leave on Wednesday, the 29th. I packed up the kitchen on Monday and was ready to go….. then Huppy tells me, oh, we’re not moving until Saturday.

Ugh. That mean no kitchen and no food. I had planned VERY WELL for a Wednesday departure. Since it took us a lot longer…I had to deal with two hungry zombies walking around here, begging for braaaaaaainz.

So, Saturday finally comes. I’ve packed up the entire apartment, cleaned in steps — light fixtures one day, kitchen cabinets the next –and I think we’re ready for the move. The deal was I do all the packing and they do all the lifting, which, now that I’ve lived it, I TOTALLY got the short end of the stick. And wouldn’t you know it, come moving day, with all my planning, I’m still just stuffing and cramming things into boxes. The last few boxes were a little fluffy on top and stacking them was just a nightmare. All good planning went out the window. What’s that? Put in there. There’s room in that box? Put it in there. What’s that? Oh, throw it out. Anyway, they and the upstairs neighbor’s sons, loaded us onto the truck and unloaded us at the U-haul storage facility. On top of that, she (the mom) was lifting and stuffing and cramming into our storage boxes, right along with us. She was a goddess. I’m so lame, with my week neck, she totally made up for me. (I gave her a real good bottle of wine for her efforts.)

First, let me tell you, Huppy did an amazing looking job packing the truck. Before we pulled out of the apartment, the truck looked awesome;  It had all our stuff and looked organized. Sadly, the 4 mile drive to the storage place proved too much for his packing skillz. Things were toppled all over. I could only cringe. It’s just stuff, right?

We get the the storage place and turns out, Huppy had only rented two 5×10 storage bins. We don’t have that much stuff, but not surprisingly, what we do have did not fit in those two storage bins. My neighbor and her two sons were playing a magnificent game of 3D tetris, trying to get all of our crap into the two storage bins. But it wasn’t enough. Our option was beginning to look like we’d have to rent another bin. Huppy would have none of it. He was like a maniac. Teen Huppy and me were grousing and complaining while Huppy was grabbing stuff and rearranging. He REFUSED to allow these two bins to get the better of him. He was like Wile E. Cayote going through his ACME bin of  crap; Tossing things out behind him, shaking his head, grumbling beneath his breath. At the end of it all, with some unnatural crunching of boxes and some uncomfortable sounding creaks, he stuffed and crammed what we had into those two bins. He literally had to hold the stuff in while at the same time, pulling the door down. I’m sure that when we go to get our stuff later this summer, we’ll have to stand back and hope it doesn’t expand into our faces.

We did it all in about 4 hours. The. Longest. Four. Hours. Everrrrr.

As if all the packing leading up to the move was enough, THEN I had to clean the apartment. See, the fine print on our lease, which I obviously did not read, said something to the effect that the apartment had to be left move-in clean. AYEAHH!  So, I woke up this morning, drank far too much coffee and proceeded to clean my ass off; washing the baseboards, scrubbing all the nooks and crannies, cleaning the carpets, windexing everything that was supposed to be shiny. By the time I finished 7 hours later, I dragged myself down the street to my friend’s house and proceeded to drink myself a leetle bit silly.  Next time, if the lease says something like that, I’ll have them delete it or walk away. An apartment should be left broom clean. End of story.

Teen Huppy actually did a lot to help me with the process. He scrubbed the bathroom top to bottom and managed his bedroom. Well, I’d have preferred he managed his bedroom a bit better, but it’s clean now. I made a point of walking him through the apartment, showing him all the damage he’d done, thoughtlessly, but damage nonetheless. I wasn’t doing it to accuse him, but rather, I wanted him to know how to treat an apartment when he finally (FINALLY!) gets his own place. Honestly, I don’t understand why landlords feel the need to collect a “pet deposit” when it’s the teenager that’s more likely to damage a place.

Speaking of the dog, Lagniappe is VERY discombobulated. She actually curled up on her pillow on the other side of the room. Normally, she just climbs on the bed and that’s her spot. She’s also barking at things that aren’t there. Wait till she realizes that after 10 hours in a car tomorrow, she’ll be at the in-laws’ spa, playing with their dog and running around the back yard chasing lizards.

OK. Tomorrow we hit the road. I still don’t know where we’ll be living or anything, but, whatever. Funny thing, the adorable neighbors across the hall, Indians from Mumbai or Delhi, I can’t remember which, made me a to-go bag of food for tomorrow. I can hardly wait to dig into it. She gave me a few things she’s made me in the past and it was always magnificent. The best things about St. Louis have been my neighbors. Mother Earth upstairs and this lovely older couple across the hall. There was also the guy upstairs who moved out last year, but we stay in touch. He is a helluva character. Travels more than we do. Outside of the of the folks in my building and the ladies down the street,  I won’t be missing too much of St. Louis.

Yikes. As I type this, I’m watching “Fringe” and Walter was massaging some dead guy’s brain.  Good God.

Next update will be coming from NOLA.