Well, I'm in the new house now. I was without internet for awhile, thanks to a veritible cluster-fuck of things that went wrong (and thank you, by the way, to the dear cable company for that TEN hour window they gave me for when the cable man would arrive. TEN. HOUR. WINDOW. Yes, THAT is the epitome of fine scheduling. They could only have been more vague if they refused to speak anything but Cantonese when I made the call. And even that? Is a close thing.), but am now back in action. Yay, me!
I have entirely too much to do today (most of which revolves around spending money. I'm pretty over the whole expense of moving thing. It's beginning to take a toll on my sanity (I now walk in small circles and mutter a lot. And my eyes cross.) but I think I'm beginning to see the dim promise of a light at the end of the tunnel. When I get to it?
I'm going to SCREAM.
I'm sure everyone is absolutely dying to see pics of the new house. Well, fear not... I'm almost to a point in the settling in process that I can provide the aforementioned pictures. Just give me a few more days. Well, that's assuming I don't decide to wait until my blinds come in. New construction, you know... doesn't come with blinds on any of the windows. The surprise that I got is in how LONG it takes to acquire said blinds. Two and a half WEEKS. So, for the next 18 days, give or take, I will be forced to continue traumatizing the neighbors (and random innocent fauna) with my nakedness. If they don't like it, they can always MOVE.
The house is beeyootiful. I just love it. Don't love the actual moving in part, but love the house. And the experience I had with the moving company, just so you know? Doesn't even bear thinking about. It's been a nightmare. Every time I turn around, I'm finding more shit broken in some box they packed. Which wouldn't be so godawful (would suck, but would be manageable) if it weren't for the fact that a good bit of what they destroyed can't be replaced. Things like...
Whenever Jonathan sent me flowers, I always kept a couple of them before the arrangement went bad and dried them. Then I would add them to this one vase where I kept all the ones from the previous arrangements. It was really pretty, plus, obviously, held a great deal of sentimental value.
Notice I said 'HELD'.
The flowers were, apparently in some fit of mover-rage, thrown out of their vase and tossed on the floor. Anyone who knows anything about dried flowers (or has even a modicum of common sense) knows that you toss them anywhere, and bad things happen. Things like, oh, say... all their petals falling off? Their stems snapping? Yeah, things like that.
I'm just distraught over it. Seriously. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. Those flowers were very important to me. Jonathan wasn't one to send flowers that often (as most men aren't, lol), but when he did, it meant the world to me. He was thoughtful about doing it when it mattered, like first day of a new job, etc. And now the flowers that I'd been so careful to save and would have kept forever?
Obliterated.
I could just kick something.
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