Events

As of 4:30 pm, I'm completely moved in to my new place, and Cassie has gotten almost 2 hours of walkies today because of it. We had crystal-clear but cool weather all day, perfect for lots of walks.

The first bit of news I got on social media this morning was that David Walter, one of my high school music teachers died last week at the age of 89. He was without doubt the most influential teacher in my life. I last saw him at my other high school music teacher's retirement party a few years ago. Between him and Judy Moe, I learned more music performance technique and theory in high school than most music majors learn before their first year of graduate school. I am glad I got to see him recently. He...

My headline yesterday was overly-optimistic. My car has in fact three more boxes in it, two for my new place and one for storage, plus a ginormous cooler that a friend sent to me with her kids and loaded with hard-to-find beers. That was years ago, however, and I have not found a subsequent need for such a large and heavily-armored cooler, so into storage it goes. Also, since I still own the place and it's cheaper to charge the car there than at my new place, I'm leaving it there for a few hours.

That's right: I have one load to take to storage and one load to take home, and then I will be completely moved in. Only one task remains: mounting my TV on the wall. That should happen Monday.

I'm down to the last five boxes in my new place and the last six at my old place. One of the boxes at my old place is full of cardboard that can't be reused next time I move, so I just have to get that to the recycling tip.

I'm almost done unpacking. By "almost" I mean there are only 5 boxes left to unpack and 5 boxes to remove to storage or charity. I should finish everything tomorrow.

Instead of being surrounded by full boxes, I am now surrounded mainly by empty ones. This hasn't prevented Cassie from having several mild freak-outs, including one right in the middle of a business meeting. And now she's staring at me and nudging me, and I don't know why other than she is uncomfortable in the new place.

My apartment is a chaotic mess and I still haven't found my silverware. But Cassie really likes all the new smells in the neighborhood, and so far today, the weather is lovely.

The move was very successful as far as these things go. I only need about 5 trips back to the old place because of some extra optimism regarding the effort to pack my kitchen.

The movers will be here in 24 hours. I really only have my kitchen left to do, plus the 3,642 other little things that no one remembers until the movers have actually started loading the truck and one of them asks, "What do you want to do with this?"