I survived moving!...well most of it.

I guess I have been talking about moving for so long that people assumed it was a done deal. It ain't so. I just can't do things fast I guess. Or I think I can't so I prolong them and then it drives me bats.

I packed for much of the month of May. My plan was to hire movers and do this like a grown-up and move at the end of June. A family friend in the business said that the end of June is the busiest time so rates are high and service isn't at its best, so I did what I always do--I did it myself. Well, I did hire two guys on this end to help load and one guy on the other to unload and that was a good thing. It actually all worked out remarkably well and I am relieved to be mostly moved before I go to California for a conference, lots of visits with friends and the 27th Annual Angel Island Picnic.

The guys I hired on this end were supposed to show up at 11 and when I called to confirm that on the morning of, the fellow said, "You were booked to move today? I thought you were just checking to see if I was available." Sigh. Well, he said he'd see what he could do and called back to say he'd be there mid-day then called mid-day to say he'd be here at 3:30 and then when he called at 3:30, he said it would be more like 5, all of this with plenty of excuses and suggestions that he was having a worse day than I was. He and his pal showed up at 5:17 and were done before 5:55 ('course, meanwhile, I had moved all the boxes to the garage so I wound up doing more than i had expected but it all worked out in the long run and as Gini pointed out, in the big picture, it will be a very minor blip).

I drove the 16' moving van up Highway 75, through Macon and Athens to 85 to Greenville SC (driving through parts of Greenville on a Friday evening is not recommended, in my humble opinion) and on up to North Carolina. It took about 15 hours and other than the frightening price of gas, it was painless. OK, I almost squished myself into a concrete barrier but other than that, it was pretty painless.

The following day I unloaded some stuff, ran some errands, and felt more tired than I have felt since our week of work in New Orleans. The day after that, a very handsome young man came by to unload the heavy stuff. He was great. And now, the bulk of my belongings are happily contained at a new location. Amazing.

The learning curve at this new home with a well, a propane tank, a septic system and oh there must be other stuff, is a bit steep right now. I have gas in the tank, but it isn't coming into the house. There must be a lever I need to pull but who knows where—and making coffee on the camp stove was kinda fun. I have been battling it out with an array of service providers to get phone, TV and internet and haven't successfully completed that task. I was supposed to have a phone last Monday but they lost the order. Don't ask. It's really bizarre. OK, you don't need to ask...here's the story:

I waited for the phone person to come hook up my phone—there had been some confusion as to whether s/he would show up between 8-12 or 1-4, so I hung out in the morning, zipped into town to do some errands, zipped back and hoped I didn't miss the event. Prior to hooking it up, I had a dial tone but got a fast busy when I dialed anything. On the day of, it went from busy to saying that all the numbers I dialed were out of order. I felt like I was getting somewhere...

By the end of the day (and the end of my time in NC), I had made no progress. I called the customer service number from the Atlanta airport. The VERY nice helpful woman said they had no record of my order--not under my name, the address, the order #, and the number I had been assigned had a different name on it...so I got angry, I cried, and Michelle (the VERY nice helpful woman) was close to tears herself--she said there had been some weird computer issues all day...so I said what do we do? And she said we start over. Name address date of birth SS# and I said NOPE I don't give that out over a public phone at an airport and by the way, I faxed a credit thing along with driver's license to the "welcome center." She said, AHA! So she called them and THEY HAD THE ORDER which did me no good as far as getting a phone but they approved me....again.

So in the meantime, she says, look at that! The number you were assigned is still available (huh?) (though they don't guarantee it til it's installed) and I said as long as we are having this conversation, I was told that they couldn't give me internet even though my neighbor has it. She said, oh yes you can so she signed me up for that and then I said, now what about TV? And she said, are you sure? Don't you wanna see how all this goes? Ha. So perhaps on June 26th at midnight I will have a phone--and maybe I won't. I am trying to think optimistically...but it can be harder than it looks sometimes.