Emotionally, physically and all the other ways one Could Be.
We met the (very charming and kind and considerate and remarkably Swift) Moving Men outside the apartment building at a very early hour.
They would not hear of us picking up a Thing.
Apparently our job was to Tick off the numbers of the boxes as they called them Out.
So we stood behind the kitchen counter and felt a Tiny bit like Martha Stewart directing workmen on a new TV set:
Oh. Over there, please. Yes, lovely. Oh maybe that way round. Gosh. Perfect.
And then it was time to say goodbye and cut down the parking permit signs and go back upstairs.
Almost had a Tiny meltdown at sight of So Many Boxes.
But then we remembered to be grateful that we were just unpacking them. We didn’t have to Pack anything back in nyc as Jonathan had done that (and wonderfully, with lots of softly folded brown paper).
Five hours …….(a few tears and a dead beetle) later…..
We have a new stage set
We are smiling at you from the milk chocolate shade couch and waving wearily but Most Happily.
Note to self: going to the hardware store in Beverly Hills because they have a handyman service and Hanging Pictures has not been part of our skill-set judging from Past Experience.
The wisdom of advancing years…..
We have a List.
It will be lovely to ply the handyman with tea and see which moviestars he (or, optimistcally and most modern perchance – she) has Also hung pictures for. Because the hardware store has been there since the 1920s so you just Know there is a History with the movie colony people.
Bet they’re Terribly discreet of course.
But it Never hurts to show Interest.