Dude, I was NOT KIDDING when I said if you come over and help me pack, you get to leave with fabulous prizes. Today Otto’s brother Wild Thing came over and did an amazing impression of the Tazmanian Devil in my basement; what I’d feared would take us well into the night to pack was DONE before dinner. His stipulation before coming over was that he get to leave with his pick of three things. We’d agreed, of course. He ended up with 6, I believe, or even more if you count that I made him take the remainder of the Easter mix candy I had floating around here.
A friend from church came (twice!) and left with a car packed to the gills with stuff for the church yard sale (twice!).
And then another friend from church came and we made him take my car.
With God as my witness, I am NEVER using Craigslist to sell a big-ticket item ever again. As if the people who bought the dining set weren’t bad enough, when I listed my car I got about half a dozen emails from people wanting to know my lowest price, or wanting me to contact them ON MONDAY (I had posted saying it must be sold by Monday) if I hadn’t sold it yet. Yes, sure, I have NOTHING BETTER TO DO than to keep track of your opportunistic inklings and let you know when I might let you have my car for $10.
Actually—wait. I take it back. I sold my washer/dryer through Craigslist and it was a thoroughly pleasant experience. The nice young couple who bought the machines were kind enough to let me keep them into the weekend so that I could do some more laundry before we left. They were sweet and polite and called when they said they would and picked up when they said they would and I sort of wanted to adopt them. So. Maybe not everyone I find on Craigslist is awful. But still.
So this friend came to help with the packing and he also brought Gatorade and Ben & Jerry’s, so you know that he was really ready to rumble. He had mentioned perhaps being interested in my car, so Otto and I began the hard sell.
“Hey, do you want my elliptical trainer?” I asked.
“Oh, maybe!” he said. “How much do you want for it?”
“Well, I had it listed at a hundred bucks. But guess what! It’s FREE if you buy my car!”
“And,” Otto added, “the seats fold down, so the elliptical would slide right in the back there. I’ll even load it for you. Special deal, today only!”
We managed to work in a tie-in to the car approximately every fifteen minutes for the next three hours. Also, we are available for parties.
I am genuinely shocked that he ended up buying the car rather than taking his delicious ice cream, smacking us both upside the head, and going home.
Of course, Otto sold it to him for about $3 while I was out picking up Chinese food for dinner. So.
Anyway, this was excellent because it means that we do not have to caravan to my folks’ tomorrow night, when I would much rather be riding with Otto in matrimonial harmony. And perhaps sleeping while he drives. Because that would be supportive and wifely. Especially if I drool.
So now Otto is throwing the last few things into boxes, and I am doing some work because OH YEAH, I still have to WORK while I’m doing this, and the truck is coming TOMORROW but I have no idea what time because I called on Friday to ask and they never called me back. But hopefully they’re coming, um, in the morning sometime. Murphy’s Law suggests that if we sleep even a minute past dawn they will be here at 6, and if we are up bright and early they won’t show up til noon. I’ve therefore decided we should get up early so that I have plenty of time to complain if they aren’t here immediately.
For the most part I am still in numb mode; I was okay until I gave my dear young friend (my friend’s daughter, the one I mentored through confirmation a couple of years ago) a hug and her shoulders started to hitch. When that happened, I did start to cry, and then I had to try to get her to stop crying, and then I had to leave because I didn’t want to cry more.
There are so many things I can’t think about right now, or it will be too hard to go. I cannot think about the fact that Monkey and I were baptized together in this church, that Chickadee was assigned to the teacher she wanted for fourth grade here, that Monkey’s entire class will be looping without him next year. I cannot think about my friend who is drowning herself or how she didn’t get angry at me when I confronted her, but cried and said all the right things and went right on lying to me, thinking I wouldn’t know. I cannot think about my friends who took me out to breakfast last week who I’ll never again be able to just call up in the morning and ask to swing by or if their kids want to come over and play.
I am about to gain so much, and I am happy and grateful for it; so I cannot think about the loss involved unless it is in the context of a car deal made over fortune cookies.
Tomorrow the movers come, and I will lock this house and head off into the sunset with Otto. Hopefully there will be a box of Kleenex in the car.