So we’re officially east-enders who own a house in the west end (till Thursday) instead of the other way around. Moving turned into an extended ordeal for a couple of reasons, including the movers’ decision to show up with a five-ton truck, instead of one maybe twice as big. We filled it, drove out to the east end, unloaded, drove to C’s storage unit at the foot of Ossington, went back to the west end, filled it again, went back to the east end again, and unloaded. There are actually a lot of leftovers still at the old house, including a lot of books, but we couldn’t face a third trip. I’ll see what I can squeeze into the car tonight – two trips might do it.
(The movers were on their 18th straight work day – today they’re on their 19th – and were as glassy-eyed and short-tempered as one would expect. Also, the least-alpha-personality on the three-man crew, who also had the least command of English, was foreman, which made for odd dynamics. Being a mover, honestly, strikes me as one of the worst jobs. I’d rather be a roofer, given the choice, and that’s saying quite a lot.)
Anyway, it ended well, and we’re more or less installed.
Posted by Patrick at August 30, 2005 07:53 PM | TrackBack