Moving Week

I meant to blog as the move was happening. Time got away from me and things got really, really busy. It is amazing to me that no matter how prepared you think you are, things still manage to go sideways.

Erik's last day for P.T. at Fort Gordon, he took his sidekick along. The report is that Graham did an awesome job and kept up with everyone.

We enjoyed our last day at the Augusta Family YMCA where we have been member since we moved to Georgia, and Graham did his final ride down the giant twisty slide!

Graham attended a ½ day Lego camp all week, and spend time with his best friend James. The week before the move Graham and James spent the week at Camp Lakeside together. Then on Friday, James stayed all night and we took the boys fishing at the lake on the trails. They didn’t catch anything but had a lot of fun. Tess stayed the night with her good friend Aurora, so the boys could hang out without the pesky little sister for a while. On Monday, Graham spent the afternoon swimming with James and his family. He said "it was a blast!"

The first group of movers came on Monday (6/15) and boxed our household goods. We had really good movers this time. When we moved from Liberty to Augusta, the movers were out of Richmond, IN and really weren’t very careful or quick. The three guys arrived at 9:00 and boxed most of our stuff, they left at 2:00. As they were leaving I asked them how late they expected to be there the next evening. The guy in charge just laughed and said they would be done by 2.

The next morning we received a call from Ft. Gordon that said they would only load our stuff onto a truck, then we would have to go to the warehouse for them to crate it, because there was a chance of showers. Of course it never rained and we would have been fine, but better safe than sorry. I was amazed when they showed up the next day and finished boxing and moved all of our furniture onto the truck and were gone by 12:30! Erik went to the warehouse the next morning and they crated. It only took about an hour and a half, we weighed in at 7000 lbs.

Wednesday the storage guys came they put everything in the garage, on the storage pile into the truck. This shipment was about 1500 lbs. I asked the guys where our stuff was going and they told me it would be held in a warehouse, near the giant flea market in the red bard. I hope our stuff doesn’t accidentally get sold at the flea market!

Tess and I taking a break from our supervising duties.

Thursday was the express shipment, we were allowed 1000 lbs. I think we packed silly stuff, but I think it be very helpful in keeping the peace with Graham and Tess until we get our household goods. Besides, bedding and towels, it is mostly games, the Thomas, wii, and entertainment. The packers thought we were close to the limit, but I think (hope) we were okay.

Our last night in the house James stayed with us. It was really sad to take James home, but hopefully we will be able to stay in contact over the internet.

Our last day in Augusta was hectic, which I suppose made it a bit easier to leave. Erik had not finished out-processing so we spent about 4 hours doing that, we also had to close on our house. I think we had out-done the Clampetts as we pulled away with our Jeep pulling a U-haul, and canoe on top. Neither of us have ever backed a trailer so we had to be careful not to go anywhere that we would have to back out.

Our realtor was great! The buyers seemed very happy too, but the their realtor was a mess. They did the inspection the day of the closing and let our cat out. We couldn't catch her before the closing, so Erik and our realtor went back to the house to catch Fifi. She is usually so calm, but she actually really clawed Erik up as he tried to shove her into the carrier. We were just glad to have her with us, and of course Erik doesn't hold a grudge.

When we finally reached Liberty (around 4 AM) Dennis and Suzanne were awake to greet us and help get the necessary suitcases into the house. "Back Home Again In Indiana!"

Had we not been so exhausted we might have sung:

Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see

That gleaming candlelight still burning bright

Through the sycamores for me

That new mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam

Oh I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home

Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see

That gleaming candlelight still flickering bright

Through the sycamores for me

Lotsa mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

And I long for my Indiana home