It was a long day. We sure do have a lot of boxes. Truly, a lot. It was like the Million Box March.
Movers arrived at the old house at 9:15 a.m. and dropped off their final load at the new one at 11:30 pm. It poured, poured, poured with rain. A thunderstorm hit around mid-day. The men left quite a few things behind, including numerous boxes in the basement; they couldn't be moved (said the movers) because their bottoms rotted, thanks no doubt to our several floods. At 2:00 a.m. husband and I were sorting through the collapsing cartons, like miners after gold in a particularly grotty cavern. At 4:00 we slept in our new house. For the next few days we went back and forth retrieving forgotten detritus.
We are still recovering. Temporary recuperation was at hand in the form of a visit to friends with a spectacular cottage in the area north of Toronto. To these friends we say 'thank you for our sanity'.
Now we are back home (home!) with all three children, and trying to live a normal life. Having no kitchen just makes it a bit more challenging. Oh, yes, and does anyone have any ideas for getting a dryer down a hallway that is one centimeter too narrow? Answers on a postcard please...
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