Off the Grid

We are here. We are alive, we however are off the grid. Our cable company guaranteed us service by the 20th. They did show up, but only to inform us that it would be at least a month before they could install the cable from the road. Once we called the main office we were told that it should have been surveyed and ran when we ordered it. The installer Shane, said he didn't care if we cancelled it wasn' t his problem. All of this normally wouldn't matter except that Mom works from home. We called Dish network and they came out to install the net only to tell us they couldn't because we had no tv.

On the bright side, we have a family of geese, the dogs love the beach and their yard, the turtle and tortoise are setup and doing well, and the cats are loving their windows.

I am blogging from my phone while waiting for dinner, and the flowers are blooming. Life is good off the grid.

A Turtle in the Bathtub and Other Travel Notes

We are 1200 miles closer to our goal. So far the cats are happy, the turtle and tortoise are ok and the dogs are thrilled.

We ha e found out:

Movers are worth every penny.

We have over 6000 pounds of belongings.

Turtles like jacuzzi tubs.

Preparing the cats has paid off big time!

Bella says good night, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

More tomorrow. When we plan to be at the beach!!!!

Art of Procrastination

I have 6 days to pack. Of course also scheduled for those 6 days are:

Church singing
Piano Recital
Shepherd's Harvest
Relative greeting
...

And I am not making progress. Today I did take another load to the Goodwill (under the theory it's better to give it away than pack it in a box) but then tonight, instead of cleaning my closet, I bathed and groomed the dogs. Cause you need a fluffy poodle when you move.

Of course yesterday I didn't clean out the closet because I did the linen closet, and because the kids were here.

And the day before I didn't clean out the closet because it was afterall Monday.

Now tomorrow is Thursday. I have boxes everywhere, started, yet not finished. The closet is not clean, because evidently simply wishing it clean didn't work. And I am typing a blog post about the closet instead of cleaning it. It's not even that it's that bad. Maybe it's just because it's the last one. Or because it's mine.

Really though, I am in the stage where it feels like nothing will ever get done, and we will be stuck in limbo forever. The house in disorganized chaos, clutter everywhere you go, a slightly damp carpet from dog grooming, boxes strewn about, and cats angry at me over the lack of furnishings (I got rid of the couches.

Welcome to moving. I need a drink.