Date: Sat, 2 Sep 1995 12:08:20 EDT
From: "Phyllis C. Petree" <ppetree@CABELL.VCU.EDU>
Subject: Packing Day
To: Multiple recipients of list WORDS-L <WORDS-L@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>

Yesterday was packing day & quite an experience.

I crawled out of bed early to get the cats ready to spend the day at the vet's. The packers arrived at 9 AM, two very nice ladies named Lucia & Kenyetta. They began to disassemble my house.

Kenyetta was packing the office; I was on-line reading Words-L. Kenyetta started sneezing. It seems she is <very> allergic to cats. Even though the kitties weren't here, there is enough cat hair & dander around that, within an hour, she was having trouble breathing & had to leave.

Lucia stayed and continued packing, unassisted, for several hours. She periodically called her office asking for help. I started packing the linen closet & finishing up the office. No one came. At 4:20, I left to get the cats. I had a feeling that the packing would be finished between 5:30 & 6 pm, & my vet closes at 6 on

-- -- Phyllis ppetree@cabell.vcu.edu

Date: Sat, 2 Sep 1995 12:22:35 EDT
From: "Phyllis C. Petree" <ppetree@CABELL.VCU.EDU>
Subject: Re: Packing Day 2
To: Multiple recipients of list WORDS-L <WORDS-L@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>

I hit the send key too soon. :-(

The vet closes at 6 on Fridays. When I left, clouds were rolling in it was beginning to lightning. The air was heavy. By the time I loaded up the kitties & headed home, the bottom had fallen out & it was pouring.

When I turned into my street, I saw that reinforcements had arrived. In the 45 minutes that I had been gone, the three packers had pretty much finished. They packed EVERYTHING. All my lamps except for 2 I managed to spirit away before they got to them; the bedside clock radio; all the clothes from my fragile chest of drawers (I had to rip into the box to get dressed this morning); all the cookware - including the glass tray from the microwave. Things they did not pack - batteries, anything remote flammable (cooking oil), candles, the cats.

My house is full of boxes and is a mess. Then I get a call from my realtor, an annoying twit. The buyers want to show the house to their parents next Friday afternoon. That's the day I blow back into town to do final packing before the movers get there early Saturday AM to load everything. Argh! I agreed, but think it's a bad idea. Even if they are gone before I get home, this is a lousy way to see the house. Since they are nervous buyers anyway, I expect some fallout from this visit. Whatever, the contract is final & they will have a hard time backing out.

So now I'm rattling around in my box-filled house, psyching myself up for the beginning of my adventure.

-- -- Phyllis ppetree@cabell.vcu.edu