Friday and Saturday

Okay! So we had our rest on pub day Thursday, so now’s the time to pay the piper.

We had the equivalent of a small furnished house to pack up and move to the sun-room in one day. We finally did it but with consequences: Rosalie was so exhausted that she couldn’t think straight. I, on the other hand, was in such good shape that I blithely watched as we buried the beer fridge with all the wine in it. Eventually, I managed to get it open and saved the day. It was so convoluted a process that I may sell the idea to some stupid reality TV show host. “Navigate the crap” would be a good title, with the winner getting a cheap bottle of homemade wine.

The fridge is right at the back under the jug of wine. I tried to blame it onto Rosalie but she was having none of it.

The next day was D day (D for disaster.) the move was to take place at 10 am. I was up bright and early in spite of the wine I drank the previous night. We had a few things to pack that were leftover from the night before and we took care of those easily. I disconnected the water, propane and power and waited for the moving guys.

They turned up early and Brian the guy who was going to do the move said “Not today.” It turned out that if we dropped the hitch onto the truck we would hit the roof of the sun-room. I didn’t see that coming! I suggested to Ron, the guy buying the unit that if we knocked off the roof overhang it would solve the problem. He wasn’t too enamoured with that idea so we had to come up with something else.

To add to the problem, Brian drove the route that the trailer had to be taken and realized that with his big truck he wouldn’t make all the turns. Oy vey! He suggested that we get a guy he knew with a large Bob Cat to come and do it as they are way more maneuverable. It would also solve the roof problem.

It’s fortunate that the new RV isn’t coming for two more weeks so we have a lot of time to sort things out.

Rosalie, Peter, Suzie and I took off for lunch to the Sandbar Restaurant in Bowzer and tried to ignore the problem for a few hours. And so we wait.

A few hours later Ron and Petty showed up to tell us that the move couldn’t happen until Friday next week. We could have done it on Thursday, but you know: Beer day is sacrosanct. We had several glasses of wine with them, swapped stories and settled in, to see what is in store for us in six days.