Ah, back to the blog. How I have missed you so.
Paully and I are safely in Idaho, after the single worst moving experience. It went like this. Way the hell back in June, I reserved a fourteen foot U-Haul truck, to be picked up on the morning of July 30. To keep this painful story short, the morning of July 30 dawned hot and sticky, and U-Haul informed me and all my stuff that they were two days behind in filling reservations, so I would have to wait until August 1, if I was lucky, for my truck. Over the course of nearly seven different phone calls to U-Haul that day, I pleaded, cried, and argued my case to U-Haul, pointing out that I had to be out of the apartment by 7pm, pointing out that it was 100 degrees outside, that humidity was 98%, that I wasn't just going to put everything outside and wait a few days for a truck I reserved six weeks ago. So by 3pm that day, in full crisis mode and not a single thing moved from the apartment, I rented a cargo van from the Ford dealership and moved everything to a friend's garage. This task, executed at full-tilt panic punctuated by Paul and Jen arguing about what to do, took a solid 4 hours on the hottest day of the year. I think we made six trips between places. We were literally loading up the last of the furniture when the carpet cleaners arrived. We didn't get our truck until the evening of July 31, and we had to drive TWO HOURS to get the damned thing, then two hours back. In a record pack-a-thon, we loaded everything by midnight, slept on a friend's floor, and hit the road for Idaho the next morning. We spent 2.5 days driving on I-90, which was boring and uneventful, except for the "service engine soon" light visiting the U-haul's dashboard as I chugged it up a hill in Montana. Praying to the U-haul spirits for 200 miles, I called U-haul from the hotel that night. they were like "Oh, that doesn't mean anything, just ignore it." I did and it went away. One of the first things I did after I had my stuff all unpacked was to write a scathing letter to U-Haul. I consider that letter a work of art because it was both rational and vitriolic.
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