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Eleanor will probably beat me to the Kids' Last Day of Moving post.... - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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Eleanor will probably beat me to the Kids' Last Day of Moving post....
I saw her writing in longhand toward the end of our experience today. Plus I'm finally catching up with "Into the Dalek," which the Estates of both Isaac Asimov and Gene Roddenberry should be referring for infringement suits any time now. So details will have to wait for me to finish the second half of that.

::exterminates draft::


Right. THAT's an entry for another day. But Eleanor has hunkered down in bed, so I'll take the first shot at the story.

Ten hours, portal to portal (with a 50-mile round-trip detour to the new portal in between). Eleanor mostly cleaned. I mostly vacuumed, packed our car (twice), and hauled close to a dumpster's full of debris out of the place. It wasn't without laughs, and the obligatory tense moments at times, but damn if that place isn't in almost the shape they got it in two long Augusts ago.

By noon, when we'd been there over an hour, there was a breaking-out domestic dispute in an apartment one building to the south of where we were working, and an entourage of Gates Town Po-Po's investigating something involving a car parked a couple units to the north. We just kept going.

Hours in, I discovered an entire forgotten (by me, anyway) storage space under the outer stairs next to their apartment door. It was chockablock full of stuff we'd had no idea about existing, much less making room for. Emily's instructions: toss it all. Turned out, though? The biggest content was a longago bike Cameron brought, which he had no time or space for and no money to fix. Within an hour at the curb with a "free" sign on it, some neighbor kids passed by and we gifted it to them. You'd have thought it was Christmas, the way they reacted. (And by "Christmas," I mean "Christmas by the parents the night before," since they were back multiple times after that looking for the combination to the bike lock, help with adjusting parts on it, etc.) Also in the wayback of the space (I was half-expecting to find Harry Potter under there), there were three perfectly serviceable but now-unneeded plastic totes, full of empty cardboard boxes. I crushed the latter for the recycle bins and we claimed the former for our own.  Also also, though, were two extra chairs from the set of six that came with their dining room set- the one Cam and I moved the other day with the other four of its chairs:


They were a gift from his stepmother, and I didn't feel right abandoning them, so we resolved to take them ourselves until someday they need them. Only one fit in the back on the final haul, though, so I rested the sixth outside the dumpster and vowed to return for it.

When we returned around 5, it was gone. Good for whoever took it; had they asked, we'd have given them both. But that effort was an important one, because the two-minute detour back to the old place kept us off the 90, which we would otherwise have taken all the way home from Palmyra, and which, by 5:30, was the site of a massive westbound backup due to a bad accident just past the on-ramp we wound up trying to get on from.

State cops were directing traffic at the toll plaza- eastbounders could enter, but we and most other travelers were heading west, just not that way; we were U-ied back onto 490 and told to take one of the first two other-way exits to get to Batavia.  Which we had no problem with, but a moron to our right seemed incredulous about:

Westbound traffic can't enter. You have to u-turn and get on at Batavia.


I was reminded of the old MAD magazine staple feature "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions," and had most of the panel done by the time we made it to the Exit 48 on-ramp:

(a) Because we have a Piss Off a Thruway Customer every holiday weekend and you're today's lucky winner!

(b) Fireworks in the median between Bergen and Stafford! Pull off on the shoulder of Route 237 and enjoy the show!

(c) The NFL suspended the toll takers for the first four games of the Bills' season for aiding people in being forced to watch this horrible team!


(I made that last one up just now. The paperback collections of "Snappy Answers" always had one you could fill in yourself.)

Anyway, after that delay, we got in to the International House of Pissed-Off Animals a little before 7:30. I brought in my wallet, phone and gym bag with my Doctor-holding tablet, my two drenched t-shirts and nothing else.  Our family is a little more distant and a lot lighter than they were this time last week; I think that's the way it generally is supposed to work:)
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ellettra From: ellettra Date: September 3rd, 2014 12:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I cannot believe how much work you guys did! I'm sure E & C appreciate you, but hooopefully they'll be a little more conscientious about the new place!
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: September 3rd, 2014 01:25 am (UTC) (Link)
They genuinely were appreciative about the effort- have expressed it many times. Will they use the fresh start to take better care of the new place? Time will only tell, but the Staff will not be going Upstairs to clean and haul like that next time.
ellettra From: ellettra Date: September 3rd, 2014 04:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
That seems reasonable!
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