Hoo-wee!! It has been a wild ride already around here folks! That’s the main reason I haven’t been around here much. My life has literally gone nuts! Heh.
You know my eldest and his wife were (are!) moving to the Cincinnati area. We started right after Christmas helping them get packed up. They had to downsize a LOT, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing. They went from a 1500 square foot home with a full, finished basement, two kitchens, a two-car garage, the land and outside areas to go with to a just-under 1000 square-foot apartment, no garage (although they can rent one that’s attached to their building!) and a tiny storage room!
That alone would have been enough to boggle my brain, but I have to say, Melissa handled it well. She is a funny one. She’s not super attached to things and was happily tossing all sorts of things. I’m glad she could do it but it was hurting my head to watch her purge so mercilessly. Ha ha! Then again, I lean toward the hoarder rather than minimalist. sigh Ha!
We took several of their larger items but can’t fit the piano here, so I’m hoping my parents can put it in their basement. It’s so old, I doubt they could get much out of it even though it looks great. It’s severely out of tune and it sounds like from what the kids had been told by a couple of tuners, because of the age, people don’t want to tune it. Gah! I dunno…. it’s been so long since I played, I’m not sure it’s worth hanging onto. No one else in the family plays and we really don’t sing as a family anymore, so I’m not sure why we even need it. I just hate to get rid of it. It’s the used piano my mom bought when I was around 5 or 6 to take lessons herself. When I began to sit down and play what she had just practiced, I became the one who was getting lessons and those didn’t benefit me a whole lot. She started me with an old and old-school teacher who was all about theory and note reading, not at all interested in any natural “talent” or playing “by ear” like I was want to do and had always seen my Papaw do. By the time I was in fifth grade, she found me a younger teacher who finally realized I was just going to learn the music she assigned my and play it by ear or from memory. When I was about 11, Papaw recruited me to the piano at church to accompany congregational hymns, so I had to rely heavily on playing “by ear” so when I’d show up at lessons with a hymnal, asking the teacher to show me “how to play this chord” and then immediately pick it up once she’d showed me, she sorta gave up.
She came out to the car with me one day and told Mom she didn’t wanna take her money any more because she couldn’t really teach me anything else. Bahahaha!! Yeah. I’m not sure it was so much a compliment as a statement of fact. It surely wasn’t because I had learned all she had to teach! I had no use for doing the little theory exercises or reading music beyond what I absolutely had to. It was hard for me and I really sucked at it. If you could “hum it for me” and I could figure out what key you needed it in, I could at least play the chords enough to accompany you.
Okay, enough about the piano! For now, it’s still sitting in the house down there. The business is still using the office that was built onto the back of the house years ago, so people are still going in and out of it. Also, for the time being at least, Melissa’s younger brother is still living in/renting the basement although I’m not sure how long that will last. Mom told me she has told him to be looking for another place. This after she told him he could stay there awhile. I know know what that’s about, but it’s pretty typical. I hope he can find somewhere and not have to move back home, especially since he just proposed to his girlfriend over Christmas!
So Melissa and I took off in our vehicles, I took our car up so Tommy could drive the UHaul and we’d have a way back home. She had a bunch of more delicate stuff in their truck, along with their Australian Shepherd, Timber. We headed out about noon on Friday leaving the guys behind to load the big furniture in the UHaul and the plan was they’d be up the next day.
Corey had quite a few guys lined up to come help but only two actually did along with his dad and it turned out to be enough. They had no clue how much room they’d need, so they got a 26-foot truck since it was the same price as the 22-foot truck and planned to let Tommy be the “fitter” since he’s good about packing a ton of stuff into a small space. He started out trying to get as much stuff in as possible but soon, they told him they only had so many pieces left and he had to get them to repack and spread stuff out!! They had a TON of room!
Mel and I got up there without too much incident. Our GPS’s didn’t agree at one point and we ended up getting off a wrong exit in town. It was right during rush hour, so when I tried to stick with her through a light and blocked the intersection for a second, some butthead in a little economy car blew right up to the passenger side of my Challenger and started on the horn. Honking and honking as if that was somehow going to ‘make’ me be able to move when there was no space for me to go! Argh. That was a little nerve wracking, but we got through it okay and made it to the apartment complex in good time.
We were both pretty exhausted, and I was still battling the remnants of my months of being sick with a nasty cough so I stayed with Timber most of the time while Melissa made trips back and forth carrying in some of the stuff we’d packed. We hadn’t really thought out how we’d handle Timber while unloading stuff, I guess. When she had got all she could manage herself, I went out to the car and carried in the few things I had to have out of it. We had also put some of their stuff in there, so it was packed full too.
Corey called to say they were talking about maybe heading up that evening, just him and his dad, instead of waiting til the morning. So in about four hours, they had arrived and it was a good thing after all. Showing up with limited items at an empty apartment when the weather is frigid, you’re tired and sick can be a lot more deflating than I had counted on. I think Mel felt the same way. She was a bit more upbeat than me, but seriously… as I looked around, thinking about the place, sensing its smallness and of course, the sparseness of it, if it’d been me moving, I’d have been seriously depressed. Maybe it was just me still processing the fact that my kids actually were moving away from me. I’m not sure, but I hope it didn’t show as much as I felt it. If I’d been by myself, I’d have cried!
At this point, a week after the fact, I can’t remember what else we did that night. I am pretty sure we made a few trips to the store for some odds and ends. Even though it was almost New Year’s Eve and we hadn’t bargained for any stores being closed. They needed a pad lock for the UHaul and there were a few other things we had to have that night. Dinner was one of those things, so we got some food before coming back to settle in for the night.
We blew up our mattresses and slept fairly well. Thankfully the kids’ mattress was in the truck since their bed went flat during the night!
The next day, Melissa’s uncle and cousin came to help unload. I hadn’t realized until then that the former plan for some of Corey’s friends to come up to help had been changed. No one else was coming. Mel’s uncle had arranged for several of his friends to come help, but not until later in the day, so when it became clear that they would have everything done before then, he called to cancel his guys and the four of them got it all unloaded just before lunch (and the rain!) It worked out perfectly.
Tommy and I stayed til Monday, which helped me feel a bit better about them moving. I was able to see that the apartment was nice, it was quiet and not so wildly different than being at home. I got to interact with a lot of people and put to rest the notion that Cincy is full of mean people. (seriously, I don’t if it was the people who just really didn’t want them to leave or they were relating their own experience, but people kept telling them everyone was rude and mean there).
Even though I felt better about them moving, it didn’t stop the tears from falling when we finally said our goodbyes Monday night after supper. Tommy had already mentioned staying another day so I had no clue if we’d end up going home or not! When we got to the restaurant, he didn’t know where his phone was, so that immediately became a possible “reason” we would have to stay. We had already packed up the car and were ready to leave straight from the steakhouse, so the phone would have to be back at the apartment for us to stay. It was sort of funny as we all walked out toward our vehicles, looking at my phone trying to locate Tommy’s… it appeared to be in the car and it was apparent that Tommy was disappointed. He said if it wasn’t for needing to be on the job, he would just take a vacation day and stay. And here I thought I was the one having trouble letting them go!
It would have been nice if we’d been able to stay and leave the next morning because we were sure exhausted once we finally got home. It was just after midnight and we had several things that had to be unloaded (the rest could wait) and the dogs and chickens to take care of. Poor Max was still outside, so I had to try and clean him up some before turning him loose in the house.
As soon as I could, I collapsed in bed and in what seemed like just a few minutes, I woke up sick as a dog. I was coughing and snotting like nobody’s business. I felt horrible! So after battling a similar blech for months and finally getting almost over it, I’m starting from scratch, fighting it again.
Here’s to NOT having all of 2017 be the same way it started!! Ha!