The stuff’s in storage
It’s Thursday, Nov. 4, and Qwest Haven and Pernell have finished the move. My original belief that they would do so and well had been challenged by my dad’s serious doubts. I had been willing to take the leap of faith required to go on line, research various moving companies, choose one based on its very good Better Business Bureau ratings and place my possessions in their hands, but to his way of thinking such blind trust in the complete unknown was tantamount to dancing naked in the dessert and expecting it to rain the next day.
Just after 8 this morning, I scraped the frost off the car windows in the semi dark and drove to Tim Horton’s in Kelowna where I finished my Tim's gift card by ordering coffee and a breakfast bagel. By the time I got back into the car, the sun was shining. The drive to Vernon was really pleasant, no traffic and beautiful scenery. Vernon was still shrouded in mist or low cloud when I pulled into the Storit Place. Pernell arrived not long after. His swamper, like the one in Ottawa, was a wiry, hard-drinking, incredibly strong little guy who told me at one point, in his semi-toothless lisp, that he had had his jaw broken 4 times, once by a woman. Together they emptied the van into the storage container in under 90 min. I shook their hands, went into the office to buy a lock, put it on the container door and drove back to Kelowna. The sky was blue and the sun brilliant as I drove along Lake Kalamalka. The hills on the far side were either a patchwork quilt of luminous autumn colors, where there were orchards and vineyards, or an undulating beige carpet of dry grass intermittently patterned in green pines and bright yellow leaves.
The move is almost over. At the Storit Place this morning, I even reserved the truck and 2 movers for Sat., April 2 when I will finally get into the house. The weather has been wonderful the last couple of days. I’ve been walking and helping Bert to rake the leaves and pick up the hundreds of walnuts that cover the yard. It’s 2:15 p.m., and I think I’ll go outside to celebrate the rites of autumn and one minor victory of faith, or is it blind luck, over doubt.
Pernell doing the paperwork while the swamper, Doug, goes to open the doors
The swamper getting ready for the transfer
Well done Jan! Delighted in your description of the swamper.
ReplyDeleteWhat are your plans for the next several months? Mexico with Joanne for a few weeks?
Hey Marg,
ReplyDeleteYou win the prize for best blog commenter of the month, and I won't be surprised if you keep the trophy. Most of my friends respond by email, but it's fun to have one or two comments on the blog. I'm presently trying to organize the winter holiday plans and, yes, one idea involves PV with Jo, but things are moving slowly. What plans do you have?
Jan