Though I really do hope we won’t be doing it again for some time yet.
I’ve gotten rid of a bag of clothes and about three-quarters of a box of books. My colleagues were kind enough to remove some of them (well, once I took them in to work), and the rest I’ll perhaps try to sell on amazon or something, as well as the DVDs that I have duplicates of. I figure given that I work across the street from a post office (again), it can’t be that hard to do.
Progress on the paper is going … probably not quite as well as it could be, but certainly about as well as realistically expected. Let’s face it; I am a procrastinator — as is the DB, which is why we’re packing as we’re moving — and I’m even procrastinating a bit from writing now. I’ve gotten about 3 pages of the 17-19 page analysis done, and something tells me it’s going to run long. I feel as though there’s so much I have to say, and when I try to think about how to fill the 17 pages, I can’t do it, but when I get going writing, and then think about the other authors I’ve cited that I can throw in… suddenly 17 pages doesn’t feel like nearly enough. I’m taking this to be a good thing — it’s just a matter of making the time between now and Wednesday to get it the fuck done.
I was originally scheduled to be off from work Wednesday-Friday for this move, but as it turns out we were doing most of it up front, so I booked off Monday and Tuesday as well. Monday I’ll be on my own for hauling stuff, as the DB has to work, but I’m going to hopefully balance out moving, packing/unpacking and writing. If I only get stuff boxed up, that’s not so bad. I should probably spend some time putting away some of my clothes, as there’s currently a nice pile on the floor of my bedroom (as always).
Tuesday the boys will be coming over to do the major furniture, and aside from the monstrosity that is the couch, that shouldn’t be too hard. It may take two or three trips, but given that we’re really only going 2km at a time, it’s very little hassle at all.
I’ve been trying to decide at what point I should bring the cats over, so as to minimize their stress as much as possible, and I’ve come to no real conclusions. Last time, Thena did fairly well, but Venus was a mess. So far, they’ve been handling the disruption well — Venus has been a bit extra-sucky, but that’s often the case when one or both of us is home all day anyhow. They haven’t seemed terribly phased by the fact that things keep leaving. Last time I brought them over before we had a lot of the boxes and furniture in place, so it was very much a scary new place; I’m hoping that by having familiar things around them, even if the surroundings themselves are unfamiliar, it might minimize their overall stress… and the fact that it’ll be the second move for Venus (and the third for Thena, the old pro), might help. If nothing else, we have a veterinary clinic at the end of our street now, and I’m off the rest of the week (aside from some miscellaneous appointments like hair, doctor, and cable/internet hookup).
At some point it’ll sink in that this is ours (mine!), but not yet. I guess because I’m still living out of the old place and much of my stuff is still here… it’s been ‘fun’ living out of the two locations, not that we’re really living out of the second yet — just missing things now and again. Like Saturday night, when we were trying to decide on dinner and talking about nachos… and realizing that if we were to make nachos, I’d have to remember to bring back one of my cookie sheets, since I’d already moved those over. Or talking about watching a movie (since the television in the living room has been moved), only to realize that all of the movies are at the new place … although I did have a number from my trip to Nova Scotia for my grandfather’s funeral, so we watched some of <em>Stranger Than Fiction</em> while soaking in the tub… and listening to Venus wander around outside, crying for attention, and dragging her feathers on a stick back and forth. So, business as usual around here.
I think I’ve just written more here than I have for my paper — and it’s a toss-up as to which is better. Back to it for a bit before bed. At least I remembered to grab my Maalox from the new place, as I don’t feel up to waking up again in the middle of the night with acid/stomach pains. I guess I really am stressed, who’d a thunk it?