My stuff is gone. I'm not sure where it is right now, but it's not here. I'm hoping it gets on a ship quickly and gets on its why. My hope is that my stuff gets there and is waiting for me when I get to Rhode Island.
On the upside, I had movers that were so much fun. They were respectful, fast (finished everything in TWO days) and FUN. They had music on, were singing, joking and laughing as they worked. They even put a few personal touches on our packing that will make me smile when I get to the other side.
My husband has a wooden rocking chair that he had when he was a small child. It is fragile and could fall apart very easily. When he told the boy packing it that it was old and special, he wrapped it, put it in a large box with pillows all around it. He wrote on top of the box "Rocking chair, very special" and drew a smiley face. That's just sweet.
I have a grandfather clock. It's not terribly special or expensive, but it's mine. It's hard to pack and move so the movers built a special crate for it, which, in all honesty, I expected. Before crating it, they wrapped it in this brown paper with cushiony stuff inside that they wrapped everything in. I happened to walk by it later and saw it. Here's what it looked like just before going into the crate:
Day 399 - Thankful Thursday
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