Date: Sat, 2 Sep
1995 12:08:20 EDT Yesterday was packing day & quite an experience. I crawled out of bed early to get the cats ready to spend the day at the vet's. The packers arrived at 9 AM, two very nice ladies named Lucia & Kenyetta. They began to disassemble my house. Kenyetta was packing the office; I was on-line reading Words-L. Kenyetta started sneezing. It seems she is <very> allergic to cats. Even though the kitties weren't here, there is enough cat hair & dander around that, within an hour, she was having trouble breathing & had to leave. Lucia stayed and continued packing, unassisted, for several hours. She periodically called her office asking for help. I started packing the linen closet & finishing up the office. No one came. At 4:20, I left to get the cats. I had a feeling that the packing would be finished between 5:30 & 6 pm, & my vet closes at 6 on -- -- Phyllis ppetree@cabell.vcu.edu Date: Sat, 2 Sep
1995 12:22:35 EDT I hit the send key too soon. :-( The vet closes at 6 on Fridays. When I left, clouds were rolling in it was beginning to lightning. The air was heavy. By the time I loaded up the kitties & headed home, the bottom had fallen out & it was pouring. When I turned into my street, I saw that reinforcements had arrived. In the 45 minutes that I had been gone, the three packers had pretty much finished. They packed EVERYTHING. All my lamps except for 2 I managed to spirit away before they got to them; the bedside clock radio; all the clothes from my fragile chest of drawers (I had to rip into the box to get dressed this morning); all the cookware - including the glass tray from the microwave. Things they did not pack - batteries, anything remote flammable (cooking oil), candles, the cats. My house is full of boxes and is a mess. Then I get a call from my realtor, an annoying twit. The buyers want to show the house to their parents next Friday afternoon. That's the day I blow back into town to do final packing before the movers get there early Saturday AM to load everything. Argh! I agreed, but think it's a bad idea. Even if they are gone before I get home, this is a lousy way to see the house. Since they are nervous buyers anyway, I expect some fallout from this visit. Whatever, the contract is final & they will have a hard time backing out. So now I'm rattling around in my box-filled house, psyching myself up for the beginning of my adventure. -- -- Phyllis ppetree@cabell.vcu.edu |