I woke up this morning to the phone ringing. It was my mom in New York calling to have her weekly chat. She was upset with me because I haven't called her all week. Granted she did get out of surgery, but my grandmother called me as soon as she came out to tell me that everything was okay and went well. And my mom called a few days later when I wasn't near my cell phone and left a message saying that everything went well and that she was okay. So I didn't call. Not because I wasn't concerned, but because I didn't have time to talk to her, and I know that there is no such thing as a five minute conversation when it comes to my mother. No matter how many times you tell her you have to go, she'll continue to talk for at least an hour.
This morning, I told her I had to go, that I needed to get in the shower and start getting ready to go to my OLD apartment and finish packing / moving / cleaning. We still ended up talking for about an hour.
During my conversation with Mom, I went outside to smoke a cigarette. I almost cursed the sky when I saw that it was raining and raining HARD. I called my dad, as soon as I got off the phone, mostly out of frustration, to ask him how to move in the rain. He told me I had three options:
- Wrap everything in tarps and accept that fact that everything will get wet, and deal with drying it out when I got it here.
- Pay way too much money to rent a U-Haul and move that way, accepting the fact that things will STILL get wet, but not as wet as with option 1.
- Move really fast.
We talked some more and came up with this solution. Today, I'll pack EVERYTHING and move it ALL into the garage in nice neat ready to go stacks. Then I'll clean the apartment from head to toe so that it is ready to go. Then tomorrow, he'll bring his truck over along with my step-brother, my mom and my sister, and we'll drag everything over here within a few hours, and afterwards we'll go find a restaurant for Easter dinner.
I forgot to mention to him that I had to move Jaclyn's stuff to her place, and that we had to come up with a way to get a desk over to his place, but we'll deal with that tomorrow. Making one trip out to Jaclyn's place won't be that big of a deal. And we can leave the desk in the garage and load it up when he is ready to leave to go home, and my step-brother can help him unload it when he gets it there.
So now I'm procrastinating because I really don't want to move anything anymore. I just want it to all magically transport itself over here. But, while it is possible, it isn't very probable that it will occur, so I guess I had better get going.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot:
You have 1 day, 13 hours, 36 minutes and 36 seconds before you have to be moved out.
