Man, this blows.
I have to pack, get all my stuff Ready For Moving, call my new apartment complex, set up phones and electricity, get movers, find someone to take care of my lawn, get our medical records, and MOVE!!
Did I tell you guys? We have a tenant!
Ah, yes, the Moe-World is basking in the warmth of success, having managed to get someone to take care of the Moe-House for the next year while they transer to the genteel heart of Carolina.
In between, we had many house visits, an anxious week in limbo and finally, success! Hah ha, suckers!! Wait, maybe I shouldn't say that...
Anyway, the Squeeze and the Princess are moving out a couple of weeks ahead of their pool-boy, who's going to stay in Austin for a couple of more weeks, wrapping up. The Squeeze is less than thrilled at the lack of solicitous inquiries on my part, worrying about her staying alone in Carolina without a man to kill spiders for her. My pithy response, "I think you'll be able to kill the spiders", did not lighten her mood. Time to break out fresh jewelry.
Thus, I've been running around getting the Princess's birth certificate ("No, officer, I swear! That kid in the backseat is mine! I KNOW she doesn't look like me, but here's proof! Sigh. Yes, that is my name. Yes, it is that long. No, I'm not from around here. Cleveland, actually. No, it's not an Arab name..."), packing the Princess's effects for the trip (her stuff occupies more boxes than mine. This is unbelievable) and making sure that no-one lands in Carolina without the requisite number of diapers.
The Princess, incidentally, is now being taken care of by not one, but two grandmothers. I'm not sure when spoiling officially begins to be a problem, but my eagle-eyes are on the case. The first time she tries to take my remote, I'll put my foot down.
So now I sit, surrounded by boxes. Again. Ugh. Ah, well, it's all for a good cause. Soon we will be moving out of the Moe-House and into... well, what should I call it? The Moe-Town House sounds silly, like I'll be playing the Supremes all day.
I'll take suggestions.
Posted by moe at May 25, 2004 03:54 PMyour princess has not one, but two grandmothers on her side? you are doomed, Moe.... you can forget about putting your foot down for anything from now on :) There is no weapon against an indulgent paati....
as for moving, my sympathies.... as a learned friend once told me, the most painful thing in the world after death and divorce is moving.... as someone with no experience in the former two and loads in the last, I say cheers!
Posted by: Charu at May 25, 2004 11:23 PMIndeed. There is nothing worse than knowing that your kid is going to be able to do what you were never allowed to do. Amma, I'm watching you...
Posted by: moe at May 26, 2004 09:26 AMI agree, I'll be surprised if you can even sneak in your opinion leave alone putting your foot down.
Posted by: Meena at May 26, 2004 02:48 PM" as a learned friend once told me, the most painful thing in the world after death and divorce is moving"
Taxes. Everyone always forgets taxes.
Posted by: moe at May 26, 2004 03:23 PMOh we were students at the LSE then.... and shielded from the UK's heavy taxation!
Posted by: Charu at May 26, 2004 10:08 PM> without a man to kill spiders for her
Um, the real question that occurs to me is who will kill roaches for you?! (Oh yeah, you can call me if that happens, but really B is best at that. ;-)
Posted by: Travis at May 30, 2004 01:31 AM