Several friends here in our Co-op have agreed to take some of our larger items, saving us from having to try and sell them or otherwise dispose of them. Today was supposed to be the day to haul the majority out, across the street to where their apartments are.

We prepped what needed to be prepped. Brought the last of the parts and pieces to the main floor.  We also cleared a wide enough path to access the door, which meant moving some things into the kitchen.  A cabinet was shifted and secured, ready to go onto a dollie to wheel it over. All sorts of areas got blocked off, but once done, we would have major space cleared up.

We were all ready to bring out the first batch, so I sent a text to the first person about it.

Then we took a break while waiting for a response.

After a while, I started working on downstairs stuff.  My daughter went to the second floor to work on stuff there.  Still no response.

A friend came over to help and we continued to work on the living room, while my daughter came down to work in the kitchen.  Still no response.

I get a text from the person we were supposed to go to later. Shift changes. We switch our plans to tomorrow. 

Still no response from the first person. This is unusual. I start to become concerned.

After several hours, a drive through lunch (because our kitchen was inaccessible for cooking), much sorting and a decent amount of packing, I get a response. Sure enough, there were medical reasons. Shifting to tomorrow as well.

We move a few things around to clear some pathways, but that’s all we can do until the stuff is actually out the door.

End result?

A productive day and a house that looks like absolute chaos.

As we were working, my daughter made an observation that echoed my own thoughts.  Unlike other moves, when we got to the other side, there is no simple unpacking and be done. The old farm house is still full of stuff.  A start has been made to clear out decades of my parents’ stuff, but the change in timeline means most of it will still need to be done. Priority was to install a laundry room on the main floor, which was just finished.  My husband is banned from doing any of this, so he doesn’t hurt himself more.  It’s too much for my younger daughter. She has started looking around and most of it, she has no idea what to do with. Other areas, it will be gloves and mask work. My older daughter will make a point of bringing her respirator for the drive, rather than packing it, so it will be available immediately.

It’s all rather disheartening, because when we get to the other end of the move, we won’t even be able to set up our beds and unpack.  We have to get the other stuff out, first.  And with some of it, I already know that mice and who knows what else have gotten into them.

It will take us months to settle in.  There is a limit to what we will he able to do in the winter, too.

So we will be going from chaos here, to more chaos there.

We chose this with eyes wide open, but still…

*sigh*

The Re-farmer