- L started a new school. It was "good".
Nick flew back to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
- Move everything out of hotel, check out, and get L to school on time
- Get keys to house
- Nick gets back from Ontario (in that order)
- Moving truck arrives
- Over the course of the day, 8 inches (20 cm) of snow also arrives
"Unpackers" arrive
Friday, Feb. 5
Nick flies to New Brunswick
Whew! I didn't even have the energy to finish a whole bottle of wine over the week. I did have a few swigs straight from the bottle, though...but not (much) before noon. I'm not sure how the week would have gone had a certain young man not started school on Monday. He wanted to stay home and "help", but thankfully he had something better to do. Nick and I had to whine at each other just because we felt like something was missing.
Unpacking was interesting (please don't interpret that statement to mean that we are anywhere near finishing this monumental task). The "un"packers were extremely helpful in making this more manageable. By the time I returned from dropping L off at school, the kitchen table was full of kitchen ware waiting to be put away so they could empty more boxes. I was not emotionally prepared to "set up" my kitchen. However, because there were three strange men going through boxes of our stuff, I felt compelled to put it wherever it made sense at the time. That was almost a week ago. I'm still trying to find the stuff that I put away.
Another decision that I've made recently is to tell the packers that you'll send them their "tip" when you get to your new house and open a box to find the items that are listed on the outside. For several days we ate with our camping "sporks" that I managed to bring with us. There were several unopened kitchen boxes marked, "misc." and "plastic ware" and "junk drawer", but none said, "flatware". Junk drawers exist (we had three of them) because you have crap that you don't know what to do with, but know it must be useful somehow. Chances are, if I didn't know what to do with it in our old house, I still don't know what to do with it here. However, out of necessity, I was forced to go through these boxes. I did find our flatware at the bottom of the box marked, "junk drawer, plastic ware, misc.". Not sure which category it falls under, or if it was just a cruel joke by the guy that packed up our kitchen. He seemed like such a nice kid, too.
In my search for the silverware I discovered several items that we will never need to buy again: pens and pencils, pads of scratch paper, paperclips, erasers, rulers, and pencil sharpeners.
We are all adjusting to our new life. We've met some of the neighbors. Ellie and L will have friends right next door. The 8 year old boy next door goes to the school where we hope to send L next year. He is in the french program, where they teach the kids in english half of the year. L will hopefully get into the english program where they teach the kids in french half of the year. Ellie met the little dog next door, Dukie. For a dog who's not very social, and prefers to curl up in the farthest corner of the house-even when we're home, she and Dukie hit it off instantly. Now, if she could just find a spot in the yard to pee where the snow wasn't up to her ears...
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