So I am ensconced at my parents’ house for approximately the next week and all my worldly possessions are ensconced in storage with perhaps the world’s most incompetent movers. It may be my fault – I think I was expecting movers from the ’50s, dressed in shined shoes and freshly pressed uniforms with bow ties and maybe jaunty hats who whistled and made punny comments. What we got were two guys, one of whom had a medical condition preventing him from carrying things up or down stairs and yet has not reconsidered his current profession. D:
The floor guys start their work tomorrow and then my stuff goes in on the 24th and then it’s time to get everything put back together, finish painting, and hopefully get started in on the kitchen!