The moving trailer loaders were all Russian speaking. They were immigrant from Moldova, Ukraine, Kazakstan and Georgia. Fortunately they also knew English well. You could tell they worked as a team, and each had his speciality. One guy was the guy who arranged everything in the trailer; packing it just so it made most efficient use of the space, and securing the load at various intervals. Every piece of furniture was wrapped in a “blanket”. I and my friends had wondered about the blanket and belts and how were they to get them returned? I gues these are the disposable versions of the textile blankets used by local moving companies. Happily, I had much bubble wrap on hand.
They were initially dismayed by my very large, multi piece armoire of not quite ancient age. But once I helped through the initial dismantling, it went smoothly, if slowly. The armoire is three pieces held together with pins in the base and top pieces. Simple really. I had not known this until the movers two times past demonstrated it. Susan arrived at around 7 pm and helped me eat the too much Chinese food I had delivered. She stayed until the bitter end, poor girl. At last by a little after 9 pm everything was loaded, and I was exhausted. Fell into bed at Jeanne’s.
Lovely Jeanne answered my distress call when I was informed I could not leave my sheets and pillow in the armoire. She arrived quickly with two large boxes, and the bedding got onto the truck. I cannot imagine how I would have made this happen without such wonderful friends. Deb P arrived at noon on moving day with lunch for Jeanne and myself, and we had a leisurely lunch waiting for the movers. Deb cleaned up the yard, as I paced waiting for the movers. But they arrived as promised.
The trailer was picked up early the next morning. The house cleaners and junk haulers all arrived as expected, and I had time to clean the car. Amazingly it all occurred as planned. Everything arrived, departed on time.
So today Jeanne and I set out on our road trip complete with convertible. We discovered that we will arrive in Nashville during the CMA festival. It may be a madhouse, but probably the only time I will have this experience. Not quite the same as Grant and Noel’s moving trip across the grand country of Utah, Colorado; but a novel experience.