Moving: the good

We’re moved into Angelborough now, and the internet is re-enabled. I’ve run through my backlog of pre-written posts, and that means it’s time for me to stop being a schlub and write again.

The move had good, bad and ugly parts. I already talked about some of the ugly, but we’ll have some new ugliness in a couple of days. First let’s go to the good.

We hired a moving company to pack and ship us from Angeltown to Angelborough. We used the tips over at movingscam.com and ended up with College Bound Movers. I recommend them. They sent three guys to pack the house on the first day, five to load up the trucks (they sent two sixteen-foot trucks instead of one thirty-foot truck) and four to unload. These guys worked hard, and they were very polite and all really nice. Only a few items got broken, and although my Patient Husband has had issues with the way some things were packed, the fact is that everything got there.

I ordered a super high-efficiency washing machine/dryer combination (per my Patient Husband’s love note) and they were installed on Friday while the movers were here. They work wonderfully.

On my last day in Angeltown, I walked around the yard and saw a huge dragonfly. I thought, God, I hope there are dragonflies at the new house. Maybe not thousands of them like we have here (because that house was next door to a protected wetland) but if we’re there for a few years and I don’t see any, I think I’ll be sad. It’ll just be a little bit of beauty in the world that’s gone.

We moved into the new house on Thursday evening. On Friday morning I went outside to get something, and the first thing that happened was a red dragonfly zoomed right by my head. Compulsively, I grinned, and I said thank you. Because God cares about silly things like whether I have dragonflies.

More good: we have rabbits in our yard! We have a woodchuck! There are birds rioting in the trees, and we’re right on the edge of the woods. I’m delighted with the house itself, but I’m even more delighted with the surroundings. It’s completely private. At night, we turned off all the lights and looked out the windows, unable to see lights from any other houses. You can see stars right from the windows.

On Friday afternoon, I went out to get pizza for the moving guys. Do you remember the first time I turned on the radio in my Patient Husband’s car? Well, the same thing happened again. The day before, I’d had a fleeting thought, “I wonder what songs mention houses?” On Friday, the instant I turned on the engine, I heard, “She’s out there on her own, and she’s all right. Sunny came home.” And I laughed. It was too perfect.

Come back tomorrow for the bad, and the day after for the ugly.