Sigh **UPDATED**
UPDATE: My parents located the chairs, toolbox, computer, and dress clothes out at the farm. (However, an Amber Alert had to be put out for the camera cord.) I would like this to be someone else’s fault other than my own, so that the Worst Move in History finger-pointing could be aimed at an impersonal moving company instead of at my cringing form. But it was me who loaded up the truck in Millet and headed 1300 kilometres southwest to Vancouver before realizing these items were missing. Of course, wishing this was someone else’s fault is silly because, while it might tone down my sheepishness every time Kieran has to pry my Mac from my hands to check his e-mail with a heavy sigh, it would not make these objects magically appear in our living room. For the benefit of readers who may want to learn from my mistakes, may I suggest that if you find yourself storing certain items in your parents’ basement because these items didn’t fit with the rest of your stuff in your storage unit, do yourself a favour and make an itemized list of which items went where. Otherwise, confusion and assumptions that missing items are stored wherever you aren’t at the particular moment it occurs to you that you haven’t seen the kitchen chairs yet are bound to reign.
The good news is my parents are coming to Vancouver this weekend for an early Christmas celebration and they’ll be able to bring the dress clothes and the toolbox on the plane. So, at the very least, we’ll now be able to assemble our furniture and have surfaces onto which we can unload our myriad boxes. The computer can be shipped by Greyhound and the chairs…well, I don’t know. It’s gonna be lawnchairs in the dining room for a while!
I don’t get it. How did all that stuff get lost?
Churlita
I was gonna ask the same thing. Do you mean, lost in the new place somewhere, or lost out in the ether somewhere, never to be retrieved? SUCK!
That looks like our t.v.! Which is now beginning to wash every color thoroughly in white. Which makes the picture just a bit washed-out.
And I add to the above questions - lost where and how? And also, with Shannon - SUCK.
Churlita and Shannon: Well, like I said, turns out it’s all my fault. Which…SUCK!
Anne: You wouldn’t believe it, but that piece of crap from the 80s still gets great colour. And pretty good reception, so long as we put a hefty pair of rabbit ears on it.
I actually really LIKE the t.v. Very vintage. (It would be awesome if it came with an Atari.)
; )
Here’s to hoping the rest of the move is less “worst” and more “furniture assembled and farewell! boxes,” although I certainly know how not quickly that sometimes happens. I got to a point where I just started HIDING the boxes. It worked for a few days. Until Chris found them.
Kerrianne, because I’m a huge hick from backwater Alberta, I never played Atari. Not once. Isn’t that sad?
And thanks for letting me know it took you a surprisingly long time to unpack. I woke up today and was horrified when I realized that we’ve been here TEN DAYS and we’re still navigating through a maze of boxes.
i cant understand……