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Mail is rerouted, NetFlix is rerouted, cats are labeled with Mum's cel# in case of escape during transport, my cel is restocked with minutes and freshly loaded with those numbers for whichever of you I happened to have (since it occured to me the other night at IKEA that it might have been nice to be able to start calling around to see if anybody might be handy with a largish vehicle... not that my cel was working at the time, but I didn't discover that little fillip on the disaster until later that evening), and I think we're getting close to the end of the master Checklist For Moving; remaining To Do are to pack up the last-minute items like the food in the cupboards and the consumer electronics we're not presently anticipating using before Saturday (IE Mum's Mac and the DVD player), and then on Friday comes the last push to pack the last few things we do need until we're about to walk out the door, such as some clothes, the TV, Gaius, and the remaining contents of the freezer (which last will be run over on Friday night during the final check to be sure that the place is ready to facilitate the movers.) The cats, obviously, don't get packed until we're actually loading the car on Saturday morning, but they're already aware that something's up:
...You are taking us too, right?
Weasel has become aware that Something is Going On, and wants to get in on it.
"I don't want to go if she's going..."
Oh, and Mum needs to assess and pack the contents of her Artwork Storage, but I'm really trying very hard not to think about that. {emphatic look}
...You are taking us too, right?
Weasel has become aware that Something is Going On, and wants to get in on it.
"I don't want to go if she's going..."
Oh, and Mum needs to assess and pack the contents of her Artwork Storage, but I'm really trying very hard not to think about that. {emphatic look}