Mover's Log, 4/30/04, 10:03 a.m.:
Thankfully, have taken today and tomorrow off work. Need someone to explain to me where all this crap came from. Started out last week labeling boxes in perfectly specific manner (i.e. "books" and "clothes"). Chaos Theory has prevailed; boxes now labeled thusly: "take-out menus, appliance manuals, and screws"; "random shit from living room"; "stuffed squirrel, IKEA mirrors, and spice rack." Yesterday, called U-Haul to confirm reservation for Giant Truck with which to transport possessions. Had requested usage of truck from this evening through tomorrow evening. U-Haul employee informed me that, no, reservation was for 3 p.m. today through 3 p.m. tomorrow. Funny thing is, Will and Melinda will not have keys to new house until 5 p.m. tomorrow. Am unwilling to drop all wordly possessions in back yard of new house in order to return truck on time, because factors like rain and thieves tend to ruin possessions like TVs and computers. Awoke early this morning with plan to eat breakfast, then find solution to U-Haul problem. Oh. Realized, cannot eat breakfast, because Husband has already packed the cereal. Toy briefly with idea of tearing through sealed boxes to search for Frosted Mini Wheats. Heart nearly stops at thought of undoing any packing, so discard notion. Change clothes and drive to new house, where current owner is packing up last of her stuff. Beg for one of garage door openers so as to have someplace to put worldy possessions in interim between U-Haul return and key acquisition. Current homeowner is saint, gives me garage door opener. On way home, stop at McDonald's for breakfast. Experience usual performance anxiety at drive-thru ("disembodied voice is waiting! quick! must make decision! must not displease disembodied voice!") and wind up ordering #3 breakfast meal when meant #2 breakfast meal. Do not like sausage biscuit. Wanted egg mcmuffin. Damn. For next magical trick, must figure out how to duplicate self as even though have acquired garage door opener, no one, including husband, will be available tomorrow until at least 3 p.m. to help unload truck. Am going to have to manauver 26-foot truck, backwards, into driveway, then somehow get dining room glass-cabineted hutch and buffet, oak bed frame, coffee table, two sofas, entertainment center, and two desks from truck into garage by self.
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