Bodhi goes cross country

Prepping to move Bodhi wasn’t much more difficult than taking him for an overnight visit somewhere (which is to say like packing up a pair of toddler twins for the weekend). Actually moving Bodhi was something else.

For starters, I had GREAT help with the packing and loading. I thought I was mostly done about 4 days before. But I wasn’t. Then I thought, ok, this looks pretty done two days before. But no. I got the truck on Friday night and drove it straight to my office (which I considered mostly done on Thursday) and my sweetie and I finished the job and loaded everything onto the truck (that sounds simple enough, but as you know, it just wasn’t).

Saturday morning I was all set with my ex, B and my son coming over to do the heavier lifting and some friends to help with the lighter things. Also, I made a deal with a friend of the ex-neighbor to exchange all my wood for his help lifting the treadmill and freezer.

My honey was there and my Rumi and one of the Ladies from Spades, all super helpful and very kind about the fact that there were still lots of bits and pieces scattered about. The Wood Guy showed up with some of his friends (to get the wood, not necessarily to help me) and they moved the treadmill and freezer all by themselves. Meanwhile, B set to work utilizing one of his special talents, spatial conceptualization. I swear, I have known two people in my life talented this way, and can I just take my hat off to them both? For me, it would have taken days to do what B did in just a few hours. Arranging and rearranging till everything fit well and wouldn’t slide around. Luckily I have plenty of stuff, so it wasn’t like there was much space in there… Yes, it’s true that there was a point at which I couldn’t stand to watch the process of spatializing (which consists of standing and staring at the objects to be rearranged) but that does not diminish my gratitude one bit.

My son, E, came through with shining colors too – lifting and passing things into the truck without a single complaint. He’s stronger than you might expect for a guy who spends most of his time exercising only his fingers (yup, he’s a gamer). He also just landed his first job the day before, so he was feeling pretty good about life that day.

My sweetie was patient and kind as I got frazzled and kept things moving along until she had to leave (convenient, no? Just kidding – it was an important engagement). My Rumi was awesome too, arriving and baking the best banana bread ever (with chocolate chips) first off. She knows me well, too, so was great about putting things together in ways that made sense to me (like boxing up the Kitchen Aid all in one box, bowl and all – sheer genius!). T from the Ladies from Spades was full of energy when mine was flagging and kept me going with her humor and general drive. It was neat to see how well E got along with this crowd of ladies! Rumi and T went out to get refreshments for the fire and totally came back also with frozen pizza for dinner.

Once we called it quits (yes, there were still things in the house but dude, you have to stop eventually), we got started on the bonfire. Well, Rumi started the bonfire. The rest of us did other important things, like carry out the chairs and alcohol. The fire was a perfect way to wind down and the weather cooperated, too. Not too hot, not too cold. The women gave E advice on work and romance and he listened graciously (you know, no teen eye-rolling or sighing). He sang for us, too, something none of us knew but it was lovely just the same. We had never been all together in a group before like that – I was the point of reference for everyone – so some of time was spent just getting to know everyone.

There was teasing and laughing and stories about ourselves, marshmallows and wine. Oh and vodka. And margaritas (everyone has their own preferences, right?). Rumi and I carefully did not discuss the actual move (like I said, everyone gets to have their own preference). For that matter, my honey and I didn’t discuss it much either. It was nice for me to see these people I care about connecting. Before the night was over, pretty much everyone got a nice F*ck you so I knew we were cool (sorry, you had to be there).

We talked, drank and laughed till the wind picked up and a few drops of rain began to fall. It was already close to midnight (city ordinances, ya know) so that was ok too.

Just writing this has exhausted me…I’ll catch up up on the next post…stay tuned…



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