In my experience, nothing goes as planned with movers. For our last move in 2000, the movers were a DAY LATE! Apparently, moving is so complex...don't ask me how or why...it has to have a glitch somewhere. I am disgusted.
To add to the misery, the wind is blowing 60 to 80 miles an hour. No exaggeration. Sand and small gravel is flying through the air. If you have lived on the Front Range of Colorado, you know this is true! The movers will have the first and second layer of skin sand blasted off there faces today. Serves them right, being late yesterday!
As you can tell, the stress is building up. And, I am sick again! I have been sick 5 times this last year. I can not remember any year in the past where I was sick more than once. The only difference I can think of is the stress. Yella is manifesting her stress by injuring herself. Even though we think we are handling the stress well, we are wrong. It will leak out somehow.
At this moment, I am not sure I would go ahead with this move if I knew the amount of confront and discomfort around it. I had no idea this would be so hard.
Where is the humor in this blog entry, you ask? I'm looking, OK. Let me hack up another lung before I get humorous. Oh, there it goes...going, going, gone. Oh well, I can't be funny all the time.
If you are reading this blog entry and considering an international move, wait a few days and check back. I'm sure I will be over this funk and on to the good stuff in a little bit.
After all, I am leaving for Panama on Saturday! That's got to be the good part!
1 comment:
Hello Tom and Yella, Ron Roggensack said you were moving and fwd'd your blog. Hey, I have an old graduate school friend living in Panama now. Not sure where he is located. Can put you in touch via odenbear@fastmail.fm aka Jim Hatch. You can find me on Facebook, just look up John O'Brien Chico, CA. Be good to chat with you. Hmm. someplace I too have a blog (which I ignore for long periods...) Ciao, guys...
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