September 7, 2013 by Last Star blog
So after a week of preparation i.e. that’s us procrastinating and taking our time getting things put together and packed, it was moving day. Not to get to this day we made countless trips to the “ABC” store for boxes. For our friends who do not live in North Carolina an ABC store is Alcohol Beverage Commission I think; all these stores are state sanctioned and only sell alcohol. After a few trips we deduced these boxes were ideal for the boat because they are small. Boats have small passages and big heavy boxes just won’t work in most cases.
Now the cats have seen this act before, they were dealing with it in their usual aplomb.
Now the prep to get the boxes full was the usual trying to sort, running out of space, where’s the tape, what the hell did I just put in this box, maybe I should sit down and play some FreeCell?, why is Patricia working so hard?
Now when all the boxes were packed it was time to load the truck….well not a truck but a really cool panel van from Enterprise. SO cool I painted “free kandy” on the side to give it more swag. Now the truck was conveniently parked on the street, right in front of the gate from the Marina. Problem was the gate was about 250 feet from the boat. At least at 10:00 the humidity was at about 90% so the sun just made it muggy….super muggy maybe? I was soaked on the second trip to the truck. Here’s us “livin’ the dream”!
This part would be the nightmare portion of the dream!! Now after two plus hours of bliss cruising up I-40 sitting next to my sweet spouse we were in Raleigh; there was a short break eating a fine five-dollar foot long from Subway in a truck stop parking lot. I keep telling Patricia it just gets better and better! So we pull into the Public Storage facility and are greeted by a nice lady who talks too much and moves too slow. I love these “official procedures” where there are lots of forms and such. I tell these folks that I will lie to them about most of the data and they think I’m kidding!? I’m not. Address? Sure, what would you like to hear? Local? Florida? My son’s? Which one? How about a Texas driver’s license with a Florida address? Doesn’t that seem odd? These forms are all meaningless and mostly a waste of time. I digress again. SO when the forms are complete and we declined all the junk they wanted to sell us we are now in another blissful place….the halls of hell.
Here’s Patricia sorting the boxes and re-writing what is in them on the sides; useless to write on the tops when we are stacking the boxes. Can’t read it.
Look closely and you’ll see that they are all liquor boxes. Our biggest fear is that the ABC where we got all these will get robbed at gunpoint and the video will show two nefarious homeless people going in every day and casing the joint and taking boxes. No kidding the door has a sign that says “remove hats, sunglasses, and hoodies when entering the store”–nice!
Sweet the storage locker is unpacked and we are done…
Well not quite done. We have a couple of things to swing by my sisters house, some clothes and bathroom stuff, and some cat stuff. Quick stop there and then we are off to the Enterprise store in Raleigh to get a small car so we can dump the child kidnapping van soonest.