I’m just…
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damaged goods
More damage
Yesterday, I managed to unpack a few more boxes the movers packed.
I was disappointed to find this.
This was another situation where they packet had to physically damage something – in this case, break it – to fit it in the box.
This latch hook wall hanging was made by my late mother-in-law.
Then there was this utterly ridiculous find.
Who does this? I realize its just a roll up sheet of poster paper, but it was folded like this and crunched into a plastic bin.
Insane.
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Seriously? More from the Movers Saga
So my claim to the movers has gone out, and I got a confirmation email, telling me it takes 2-4 weeks for claims to be resolved.
Today, I got this. Continue reading
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Back to work
I took a break from unpacking yesterday. Today, my goal is to get rid of the wall of boxes in front of the wall of shelves that I have to squeeze through to get to bed.
Sure enough, I found more damaged items. Like this. Continue reading
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Cat Whisperer, and more
My younger daughter is some kind of cat whisperer!
Last night, when she headed out to give the outside cats some warm water for the night, The Mothman came out. He’s been hanging out more often, and even taken over one of the old dog houses at times. The other cats are nervous around him, so they won’t go in with him, like they do with each other. When she came out, there were cats all over for some reason. Then Mothman came out of the dog house and she saw why! Continue reading
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Finding more damage
As we unpacked a box I packed myself and found a chipped mug, we went on the hunt.
Every box of ours marked fragile was opened and checked. Every unlabeled box (which they packed) was opened. If fragile things were found, we unpacked them.
Thankfully, there was not a lot of damage. Considering we have my daughter’s antique tea cups collection and things like the China I inherited (a pattern that was discontinued in the late 60’s), that’s saying a lot.
I’m not too concerned about chipped mugs or a broken glass candle holder.
Stuff like this is different.
The creamer of a sugar bowl and creamer set made for me by my cousin. It had survived about a dozen moves. Until now.
And this.
An old statue of the patron saint of music my mother gave me. It had already been repaired in the past. It’s beyond repair, now.
Still not as much of a problem as this.
Original painting by my daughter. She had even wrapped it in a plastic bag with another painting in her inventory. Something in the box dug into it, causing this damage.
So that painting is now can’t be sold.
Then there is the WTF? stuff. Like this.
My daughter’s metal yard stick. It was in the same box as the damaged painting.
The metal yard stick was bent to fit into a size medium box.
Who does that???
Meanwhile, we had to shove everything we unpacked into any nook and cranny we could reach. Which is not where they belong.
Where most of it is supposed to go is either blocked off by boxes, or not yet cleared of my patents’ stuff.
The girls did get some kitchen cupboards cleared and half or so of them cleaned, so we could start putting our pantry items away, at least.
We are in that “progress is going to look much worse before it starts to look better” stage.
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More moving causalities…
My older daughter is an artist. For years, she sold her paintings at art festivals and the like. These days, she’s focusing more on her online work.
Among the things we left for the movers to pack was her art. We figured that professional movers would have access to the sorts of boxes and wrapping materials we couldn’t find at the local Home Depot.
As our stuff was being unloaded, I got my first warning that things were amiss when I picked up what I at first though was part of a dismantled piece of furniture, and it turned out to be a blank canvas.
Just the canvas.
It wasn’t wrapped in any way. When I picked it up, I could see dirty fingermarks from any number of people who picked it up and moved it.
As the girls have been unpacking their boxes upstairs, my daughter found some of her watercolours…
There is another box of her stuff downstairs that we have to get at. It’s been opened and her portfolio sleeve was folded up in it.
I’m afraid to look at see what else in there was damaged.
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