Three days to go. Three days to clear out the detritus of 7 years of life encrusted in the walls of this house. I (Andy) have come tantalizingly close to melting down on several occasions when people ask me when we're moving. I'm grateful for canned responses to common questions. Saying, "The movers come to pack our house on Aug 22," avoids nasty adjacent questions like "Where will you live then?"
Major progress on the work visa yesterday. I spent the day in Baltimore dealing with government contracts people to document my job. Scanned it all in. Shipped it off to Germany and showed up bright and early this morning to see the results. No joy. The little elves at the Army's European Command still want more. I'd be writing my resume by now if this weren't a really, really good deal.
I've moved many times but nothing has ever been this complicated. Pets. School applications. House rental. Vehicle shipping. Also the new high tech minutia to coordinate like e-mail, this blog, and internet telephone. I'm feeling old. I can't abide this new fangled nonsense. I want to go sit in the rocker on the front porch and whittle til it all goes away.
Fortunately, my really hot administrative assistant keeps plugging away at this stuff. I don't think she's had a normal nights sleep in a week. When this is done, I think she'll sleep for a week.
Today she finally hit me with her first request for payment and asked for a a new iPod. Hard to say no since every decent husband I know bought his wife one of those in like 2004. Also, it sets the precedent for me to update our digital camera. If only I knew where to have the new one mailed to.
Back to work. Hi ho...
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Yikes,
You make moving sound SO appealing.... I'm with you on the rocking chair, although preferably my own and preferably not whittling (whatever that is), but sipping Earl Grey and reading Keats...
We're enjoying your blog so far if that's a tiny consolation.....
Cheers,
Dominic
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