At about 8, I started to get nervous. What if they didn't show? I was starting to feel like they wouldn't. I mean, 8 is not late by any stretch, but I felt like things just weren't going to go as planned, just the same.
I made phone calls. No answer. I left messages.
BD, much later, called a number in his cell phone and magically reached the moving truck driver.
He was in Philadelphia.
We do not live in Philadelphia.
So today's plan of receiving, inventorying, unpacking, and arranging quickly turned into visit the assigned elementary school (even though we knew they didn't offer preschool - annoying), call and
Regarding the furniture, back when BD and I got married 67 (or 4.5) years ago, we both had full houses of stuff. We narrowed down what to keep and what to sell/donate. It wasn't so bad. We also agreed that after the next duty station, we would start fresh in a couple of rooms and get things that we both liked.
Yay for compromise.
Except, we are not great at shopping. It's been difficult. I'm considering just signing up for a sectional construction class (someone has to offer that, right?) and making a couch my damn self.
There was a success today, though. We found a dining room set. I hope it looks ok when it gets her in a couple of days. Showroom does not equal my home, y'know?
Unfortunately, again, today, I ate crap. For like the 23rd day in a row. I tried to do better though. Instead of losing my mind at Sonic tonight, I had
Tomorrow will be better.