the things go in the boxes and the boxes go in the place

We’re moving today, by which I mean that three nice men are coming to put a bunch of rectangular cardboard prisms in a truck and take them to a new, entirely unsuspecting place. We have carefully hidden our most precious belongings inside these cardboard prisms, in hopes that they will not be noticed, and thereby end up in said new house.

We packed yesterday, by which I mean that seven very nice friends — to wit: Madhava, Kate, Chelsea, Mr. Chelsea, Emily, Stuart, and Vlad — came and helped us hide our possessions as described above. Emily arrived quite directly after her return from Ottawa, for which we were proud to award her a special Sleeman trophy. (But not a glass, because we had to pack all the glasses.) The best available information also indicates that Matej was able to breathe again after leaving our dusty and cat-hairy premises. So that’s nice for him.

Vlad and Stuart have been here for almost two weeks now, watching time-to-movers decrease at a signficantly faster rate than things-in-boxes increased. Hell, for a while we weren’t sure about the movers-booked milestone at all. They’re going to get to enjoy the fruits of their labours as they become our first guests in the new house, some scant hours from now. To commemorate the occasion we have acquired a new guest bed, to be put in the room-that-is-not-a-nursery-stop-it-already.

There may also be cake.

one comment to “the things go in the boxes and the boxes go in the place”

  1. entered 9 January 2006 @ 4:34 pm

    Congratulations, though I pity the fools that have to carry the stuff up those stairs to the second floor.

    Or are you going to dig a whole in the roof and use a crane?

    Axel, who looks at staircases with I-have-been-moving-too-often-eyes.

  2. entered 10 January 2006 @ 12:09 am

    Wow. Can Matej be henceforth known as Mr. Chelsea? I really like that.

    Yay moving!