We are as ready as possible. The Great Incarceration has begun. 2 of the prisoners walked in of their own volition; one was betrayed in her belief that she was getting petted but seized and brought up the stairs and deposited behind the door.
We have moved everything moveable out of the kitchen and breakfast room. Items are tagged indicating if they are to be saved and stored in the garage or saved and stored in the dining room. The dining room is packed with items yet we expect to have both the refrigerator and my kitchen cabinet/table moved in there as well. I must have done a decent job packing items in clear boxes and organizing groups because my husband went looking for something on his own and found it. π
My basement is impassable with items that have been bagged and boxed for our congregation’s huge rummage sale in the summer.
The garage is reorganized to allow space for a dishwasher and table and 2 ceiling fans/lights and the microwave (rummage sale for most of that). The stove is being trashed. The doors are being trashed. I do feel a bit guilty about that but there is only so much I can deal with getting to the rummage sale.
Of the 3 prisoners, BC is upset only when I leave her on her side of the door and go downstairs. BC has had her dinner, also munched on the dry food and I believe may have availed herself of the litter facilities. WC has been under the bed for hours. She emerges to meow loudly but if I talk to her or look at her she goes back under the bed. I don’t think she’s pleased. GC has emerged and joined BC and I in the food room (I incarcerated myself for awhile to read there, hoping it might prove that it was safe territory). She allowed herself to be petted, ate some dry food, but scorned her wet food twice. I’m not sure if that’s because she’s decided this flavor is not suitable for this location, or if it’s simply too stressful to eat under these circumstances. I’m willing to bet that come breakfast time tomorrow, GC will be able to eat.
The only troubling note in all of this is the lack of a phone call from my contractor. When I spoke with them on Wednesday we talked about Tuesday being demo-day, but Don would call me at the end of the week to confirm. Don has NOT called. It really makes no huge difference if demo-day happens Wednesday instead of tomorrow, but I am very ready for this to begin already. The sooner we start, the sooner it’s done.
I wonder if I’ll sleep tonight…..
It will be fine …. really! And all will be worth it when it’s done.
They’re not coming. I know it. This has all been a hallucination. I packed up my house for no reason….. panic….. stress……
You will not survive the next 3 months by trying in vain to be in control of everything. Relax, they want your money so they will do the work.
Who changed the rules????? When did I STOP being in control of everything????? π
1) Get used to it– the contractors are now in control of everything. EVERYTHING. Your entire life. 2) You can sell those fans, table, and maybe the microwave on the HP Swap Meet. I will handle it for you (unless I decide to keep one of your fans and try to get it installed into my bedroom– not sure it’s possible but it would be fantastic if so!) 3) WC is furious with everyone, probably including herself. She should have been nicer to me instead of running away! I wonder if she’ll EVER stop berating you for the next three months.
I was planning to keep one of the fans. But last night I started thinking of ditching the dishwasher and buying a new one. I’ll let you sell the stove if you want – and you can keep the $. π It really seems a shame to ditch a working stove/oven. But let me know before they come (if they are really coming) so I can have it moved to the garage.
WC is not taking this well at all. GC is doing fine, but BC wouldn’t let GC jump up on the bed with us this morning. π
THEY’RE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Um let me check. I’m pretty sure it’s here somewhere …
I guess part of it is that contractors have their own definitions. Yesterday I was told “we’ll be here between 8:30-9:00 am tomorrow”. It’s 9:45 am, and there are no PEOPLE here, but one of their (empty) trucks IS parked out by the curb. π I guess that counts as “here”
I remember my first and only Seder meal in that dining room…
Why oh why did we not take pictures when we were at your house I’ll never knowπ
we did take pictures! but we took them down the shore. but don’t worry – the dining room isn’t changing. it’s just a bit cluttered. π although now that I think about it…. we may have painted the dining room after you were here.