Update

The movers came today and loaded the last POD with all (okay most) of my furniture.  There were some leftover pieces that didn’t quite make the cut.  We decided at the last minute to take along our very GIANT sofa.  I’m not exaggerating when I say giant; four adults can comfortably stretch out on this sofa and relax.   It’s big.  Since it is a very well-made sectional and was pricey when we bought it, we decided to have it reupholstered in Oregon.  It will be worth it, but it meant a few things would be left behind.

The two moving guys very politely told me, “Lady, you have a lot of stuff and some VERY BIG pieces of furniture”.  I even told them I had a huge garage sale and sold a bunch of things.  They looked stunned which made me laugh.  However, they never complained once as they carried it all down the stairs. 

As a result, they were subjected to my illness of having to feed everyone large amounts of food when they enter my home.  I fed them breakfast and lunch and chased them around with cold water bottles and orange juice.  I kept saying, “Eat…eat more”, and they did.  Who knows if they wanted the food or not, but they just ate it anyway. 

I always feel bad for people I am asking to do back-breaking type of work for me, even though I am paying them.  I even tipped them.  Are you supposed to tip movers?  I have no idea if I insulted them or made their day.  They worked so hard and meticulously wrapped EVERY SINGLE piece of furniture before loading it.  It killed me watching them kill themselves.  So I fed them.  It seemed like a logical way to deal with the guilt.

We have a few more days in California.  Since we are keeping our house here, we have to batten down the hatches, clean it up and pack up the cars for our final drive. 

We are exhausted to say the least but looking forward to our new adventure.

I’ll keep you posted.