The truck is here
The truck
This image is worth much more than a thousand words. It contains the accumulation of my lifetime, boxed for delivery.
Right around coffee time, this morning, the driveway was eclipsed by a huge vehicle. After long minutes, and piloted by a big fellow with mad driving skills, the tail opened, and the discharge began. Five hours later, with nary a glitch beyond the usual trying to fit too much stuff into limited storage areas, the job was done, and the movers were gone. Six tons, waiting for us to unpack.
I’m relieved, obviously. No do-over required. We now have beds, and appliances, and clothes and junk drawers, just like the neighbours. I can start on all the projects I’ve had waitlisted for years.
At the same time, others set to work on completing the deck railing and front step. Not done, but recognizable in form and function. We’ve finally got a house with all the extras. Downstairs, son #3 has the seed of a mancave; he’ll get his “first night” in a few hours,
The first solid nibble by a buyer for the old house also came in, this afternoon. Electronic signatures on documents and agreement on the basics with the realtor. This is a really good thing, in a world where homes stay on the market for years at a time (the sign went on the lawn, yesterday). I’m not setting off any fireworks just yet, but I’ll get word out in my immediate circle that a few Roman candles might be fun to have around. Just in case.
