The Gryphon
and I had our friend, The Dormouse, pick us up at 20 of 7 and drive us
to the U-Haul center, where we were supposed to be picking up the truck.
First of all, they didn't open their doors until 10 after, and when they
did it appeared they had told everyone in the world to be there at 7 and
then had only one person checking them in.
Even so,
it seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time to check in each person.
I had no idea why until it was our turn. By that point, we had already
overshot the time we'd told people to be at The Gryphon's place to help
move. So we called one friend, The Cousin, on her cell phone and let her
know. And we asked our friend, The Dormouse, to drive there and let people
know what was happening. The Gryphon stayed with me, because he had to
help me figure out how to get around the low railroad passes near his
apartment.
I showed
my paperwork, showed my driver's license, presented my credit card and
figured I was done. But I wasn't, not by a long shot. The woman behind
the counter needed a land line telephone number to use as a contact and,
I suppose, to confirm who I was. And, as The Cheshire Cat said yesterday,
"Y0u can get a warrant for a land line phone number." But I
hadn't planned for this, and most of our friends were already at the new
place, waiting for us to arrive.
She said
she could just call my old number, if the outgoing message on the answering
machine had my name on it. But I'd never changed it from the default message,
figuring it was safer for a single woman living alone.
I gave her
a couple local numbers of friends but there was no answer. I had her call
my mom, my sister and my brother, with no luck. My Dad was in town, and
would have answered, but he was using his cell phone. So I pulled out
my address book and started going through it, giving her numbers to try.
Finally,
my College Roommate answered. She, of course, had no idea what was going
on, especially since they wouldn't let her talk to me, but tentatively
agreed to be the contact. A couple minutes later, she called back, just
to make certain they were who they said. She hadn't even known I was moving,
because I hadn't told her, knowing she's nearing her due date for her
pregnancy and wouldn't be able to help with the move.
Now that
they had their land line number, they had me sign a couple things, took
my thumbprint (!) and finally gave me the keys.
As we were
pulling out of the parking lot, I thought there was something wrong with
the truck. It didn't even seem like it was in gear, it was going so slowly.
We pulled over in an empty parking lot and did a quick evaluation of it.
We decided it was simply because it was a diesel truck, and that's how
they function.
We had to
put gas in right away, because it was almost on empty when they gave it
to us! They'd told us we didn't have to put much in for our local move,
but to be safe, we put a quarter of a tank in. While The Gryphon pumped
the gas, I called my College Roommate to apologize for the U-Haul weirdness.
"Oh,
so you found a place?" she said. It turns out that the reason she'd
even been awake at 7:30 to answer the phone was that she was having contractions!
Bet she had a long day, too.
Our top
speed was about 25 miles an hour unless we had a good long stretch to
build up speed. So we didn't get to The Gryphon's place until about 8:30,
which was an hour after we'd told people to be there.
They were
standing around The Cousin's truck, talking, and didn't seem particularly
put out by the inconvenience. When I told them what happened "And
then they took my thumbprint!" The White Rabbit joked, "There,
there, my Muslim sister. The Man does it to us all."
At least
we'd learned our lesson. In the future, if we need to rent a truck, we
shouldn't plan on starting until at least an hour to an hour and a half
after the scheduled time to pick it up.
Once we
got to The Gryphon's place, everything fell into place. He'd set everything
that needed to be moved in his front room, so people broke into teams
and started moving furniture. I was in good spirits, considering I'd had
very little sleep the night before, getting some things done around my
place to prepare for the move.
I carried
boxes out to a little hand truck and took them to The Cousin's truck for
loading, all the time joking with people and talking like Grr from Invader
Zim . The Cheshire Cat said, at one point, "Is somebody being
silly?" I, of course, immediately denied it.
One of the
problems at The Gryphon's place was a network of vines all over the ground
right outside his sliding glass doors. They would grab at your feet as
you walked, but fortunately, nobody tripped or got hurt.
We initially
had planned on loading up his place and then driving to my place to load
mine. But he had enough furniture to fill up the truck on his own, so
the new plan was to unload his stuff at the new place and then go back
for mine.
Fortunately,
I had mentioned to our next door neighbor at the new place that we were
moving Saturday, so he'd parked his Mustang convertible on the other side
of the street, leaving us a nice open area to park the moving van.
But it really
didn't take us terribly long to get his furniture into the place. There
was some initial confusion about where things left, until The Gryphon
and I stayed inside and directed people where things should go.
After a
short break, everybody was ready to go again. In fact, The Cheshire Cat
said, "Let's go now before we lose the will to move."
We sent
them back to my old place. The Gryphon and I got in the moving van and
were driving there when we were spotted by the assistant for the plumber
who is converting the claw-foot tub in our bathroom to have a shower mechanism.
He wanted to know when they could get in to begin the work they were doing,
so I sent The Gryphon back with him to the apartment to let them in.
I didn't
expect to, but I beat the rest of the group to my old place. As I was
pulling up to the curb, I saw a white guy in a suit, carrying a briefcase,
on my porch. He looked like somebody official and was looking at the door
expectantly, as if he'd just knocked on it. Of course, the brain always
tries to make things fit together, so immediately I wondered if it had
something to do with the move. Maybe the U-Haul people were checking up
on me?
Then I noticed
there was also a white woman with him, also wearing a suit and carrying
a briefcase. As I walked up to the porch, she tried to hand me an "Awake"
magazine. Seventh Day Adventists.
"I
can see you're busy today, but..."
Now, usually,
I'm more polite, but today I simply said, "I'm not interested. Sorry."
I've had a plague of Seventh Day Adventists coming to my house, but every
other time they've been African-American, which is what threw me off.
After I'd
sent them away, a guy pulled up in a van to the place next door, in front
of which I'd parked the truck. He was wearing a ragged T-shirt and apparently
waiting for someone. Eventually, I overheard him talking to someone and
figured out he was there to fix a broken sewer pipe.
Meanwhile,
I was wondering where my friends were, because they should have been me
there. I called The Gryphon to see if he had The Cousin's cell phone number,
but when he called it, it rang in the purse she'd left behind at the new
place.
Eventually,
they showed up and I learned they'd taken a wrong term out of the new
place. Because we'd been locked into a certain idea of how the move would
go, we'd only provided directions from The Gryphon's place to my place
to the new place. We hadn't provided directions from The Gryphon's place
to the new place or to my place from the new place. Yet another lesson
for next time.
Everyone
was finally there, but before we could get going, the guy from the borough
wanted me to move the truck off the curb, which he was afraid would get
broken by us loading the truck. He said he was there to fix a pipe that
a previous person had broken with a moving truck. Of course, I think it
was the workers who had been doing work on that place for half a year,
parking big pickup trucks full of stuff out front on the lawn almost every
day.
Finally,
we were going, and I gave directions to people as to what had to go. Most
of the furniture was extremely light, and initially I thought that moving
my stuff would be a welcome break to moving The Gryphon's furniture. But
what I didn't count on was how heavy my filing cabinet was, even though
it was empty. According to The Martial Artist, it was heavier than the
sun.
The reason
I didn't know how heavy it was is because I bought it used from a guy
who had delivered it himself with a hand truck and a couple friends. The
filing cabinet is the same size that you find in offices, and the drawers
were not removable. So it was much heavier than it had any right to be.
When the
original owner sold it to me, they got it just inside the front door and
told me I was on my own. But I had carpet, so once I'd figured out where
to put it, I slid it along the carpet myself, grunting and groaning, and
then tilted it up and let it crash down in place.
As they
struggled and sweated and groaned, I feared one of them would pop a knee
or break a finger. I really began to regret having them move it, but there
really wasn't any choice.
I really
had to rethink my idea about where it would go. Initially, it was supposed
to go in my office upstairs. But then I realized there would be no way
to get it there. We'd already found it impossible to get The Gryphon's
Queen size box spring upstairs and had to settle for just the mattress,
leaving the box spring on the porch until we can sell it to a used furniture
store or something.
So I knew
the filing cabinet wouldn't go upstairs, and it had to go downstairs.
I'd had people leave a space for it just inside the door, in part because
the rest of the apartment was already crowded with The Gryphon's furniture.
With a lot
more effort, and a lot more sweat, they got the filing cabinet in, inched
it into place, and removed the hand truck. "Welcome to your new home,"
we all said. There's simply no way it will move from that spot.
Honestly,
though, if it has to be downstairs, that's not a bad place for it. It's
right at the bottom of the stairs, so it will be easy for me to access
when needed. Plus, I'll get extra exercise going up and down the stairs.
I'd warned
everybody to use the bathroom at my old place before returning to the
new one, because I didn't know how long the plumbers would be there. What
I didn't count on was that they would have their tools spread out all
over the available floor space upstairs as they put together the new pipe
mechanism.
So then
we had to change our plan, and some of my stuff, which was supposed to
go upstairs in places I'd left for it, now had to be jammed either downstairs
or on the front porch. By the time we'd finished this process, I was getting
touchy and snapped at The Gryphon a bit. He wanted to put things as close
as possible to where they were going, and I tried to explain to him that
currently wasn't possible.
I really
felt bad about getting irritable. This touchiness had begun to be clear
when we paused for a lunch break before unloading my stuff off the truck.
I'd had everybody bring the food back from the new place and set it on
the table. They had all gathered around me, so I requested they please
step back and let me arrange everything first. I'm afraid that the stress
was getting to me and my voice was a little brusque.
I'd been
prepared for the normal stresses of moving but not for the unusually convoluted
post-9/11 rental process or for the added inconvenience of having plumbers
spread out all over the second floor.
Despite
it all, everybody seemed to remain in relatively good spirits. That's
one thing about this group; they tend to see the humor in a situation
and make each other laugh. We were fortunate that we had The Cheshire
Cat there, too, who has a lot of experience in moving heavy objects because
of prior work experiences. He could advise us on the proper way to move
things without hurting ourselves or damaging the property or the objects.
After the
last stuff was removed from the truck, I asked if someone could help me
return it. The White Rabbit volunteered, because he wanted me to run him
back afterwards to his car at The Gryphon's place, which would give him
more freedom for leaving later. I joked, "I thought you were just
coming along to talk with me more."
He said,
"Uh, yes, that's it."
We drove
back to my old place, and he followed me in my car to the rental facility.
On the way there, he noticed the left turn signal was burned out, which
would explain why it was blinking faster than normal inside the cab.
I told them
about it when I turned it in, but something tells me they sent it right
out again anyway.
The truck
was more expensive than I'd expected. You used to put a deposit down and
have it refunded when you returned it. But this price, I thought, was
about as high as if it included a nonrefundable deposit.
As soon
as I got in my car, with normal acceleration and steering, I was thrilled.
Driving to The Gryphon's place, I lamented to The White Rabbit that I
felt bad about getting irritated earlier. I told him that I get stressed
out over moves and don't always react to it well. I'm aware of this problem,
but even though I thought I'd prepared ahead of time by moving a lot of
my personal stuff on my own, the unanticipated problems build up into
a big headache that spilled over into irritation.
But everyone
seemed to understand. By the time The White Rabbit and I returned, everyone
was enjoying the microbrewed beer we'd bought, three different types (Scottish
Ale, Springfest Lager and Stout). They were relaxing and talking, camped
out on the furniture, which was shoved strangely into the room.
A few of
them had left already, but we sat back and talked to those who had stayed.
Of course, there was a limit to the amount of beer anyone could drink,
because not only did they have to drive home but also the plumbers were
still camped out in the only bathroom. They finally left, shortly before
our friends did.
Then there
we were, alone in the new place, exhausted but relieved. My dad was supposed
to be coming over in about two hours to spend some time with us, so we
shuffled enough furniture to make a somewhat decent living space. There's
a lot more to do, but at least we made it a bit more livable.
My dad showed
up around 5, and we showed him around. Then we all went to dinner at John
Harvard's Brewhouse, the same place where we'd bought the beer. I was
really starting to fade at dinner time, which was rough because I was
the one driving. But I had enough energy to make it back.
We stopped
on the way at the pet sitter's to pick up Una, who had slept there overnight
so she'd be out of the way during the move. She was happy to be home and
wouldn't stop climbing on our laps and kissing our faces. She also enjoyed
investigating the new place.
The Gryphon
set up my TV with his VCR and DVD player, and he and Dad watched a repeat
of Law & Order while I fell asleep on the couch. I did manage
to give Dad a hug when he left but then lay back down and fell asleep.
I could hear him saying to The Gryphon, "Boy, she's really out,"
but didn't have the energy to respond. At long last, the day was over.
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