Unloading the Truck OR How I Learned To Love the Movers

Yesterday was the big day. The movers showed up in Marbleton at about 10:30 AM and had everything unloaded from the truck at about 1:00 PM. There’s a reason that these people get paid to do what they do. They do it quickly, efficiently, and without complaint. It is so much better than having an Elders’ Quorum try and move everything in and out of your home without doing significant damage to your former home, current home, and any and all of your furniture. Trust me. I’ve been in enough EQPs to know the kind of hassle that they are. Julie and I decided that we would never move again without a relocation package.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with oohs and aahs akin to those heard at fireworks displays as we rediscovered our treasures, silverware, dishwashing soap, clothing, home electronics, children, and other goodies hidden in packing boxes. It’s hard to believe how much stuff we've accumulated over the course of our marriage. It’s also a wonder that we were able to keep so much of that stuff in our tiny condo.

So, after an entire afternoon and most of the evening of unpacking and putting things away, our living room is still strewn with boxes of things that are still searching for their niche. We hope to be prepared for all the persons who will be visiting us this summer. If not, well, there’s always the ever popular Marbleton Inn. It reminds me a lot of the Marriott^®, except that it smells like smoke, and the beds aren’t as comfortable, and there’s no pool or complimentary cookies at check-in. But other than that, it’s great.

Still no photos. I keep forgetting that I have a camera on my cell phone.