By Mark W. Danielson
I suppose I could call this the move from Hell, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll just say it’s been
complicated. The first issue was with
the house closure. All was fine until
the last second when the lender pulled out.
Hmm, here we are with a house full of packed boxes, the mover’s on the
way, already shipped two cars – not what you’d call an ideal situation. Believing all would work out, I let the
buyers rent the house until it could close.
All indications were it would happen quickly. (It closed six days later.)
I knew from the start there would be more problems when the
movers showed up with a twenty-something foot truck. I immediately called the person I’d been
working with, but guess what? She was no
longer taking my calls. I got the
dispatcher and he and the movers both basically said the same thing – “Let’s
see how it goes.” Great. Another warm
and fuzzy about as comfortable as urine streaming down my leg. (From a dog, not mine!) Sixteen hours later and still with a garage
full of “stuff”, the movers said they were out of there and left with no backup
Now past midnight, all I could do was leave a message on
their 24/7 line. Bear in mind that all
of our furniture was gone, but thankfully I had left a sleeper sofa behind for
the new owners. We got to sleep
somewhere around one AM and at 6, the dispatcher called saying the drivers were
instructed to take a bunch of our stuff to storage, they would then pick up the
rest of our stuff, move it to Texas, turn around and made the second trip with
the rest of our stuff. I say “stuff”
because after a while our belongings don’t seem to have as much value.
So, why didn’t the movers show up with a real moving
van? Because the carrier I chose a
carrier did their inventories over the phone.
She estimated my weight to be ten thousand pounds. She was only off by twelve thousand six
hundred pounds! Our heaviest items were
books and magazines – lots of them. No,
make that tons of them – literally. Add
some tool boxes and tools and it adds up to a big bucks move. At least I now know the true value of books.
I drove our pickup while Lyne followed in the Caddie – both of
which were packed with our most valuable stuff.
Running on full fuel tanks, but nothing in the sleep bank, we headed
south from Denver under beautiful driving conditions with our doggie Maxx in my
lap. All was fine until we got to
Amarillo where we were surrounded by ominous skies. Not a problem, though. We had driven as far as we dared and
desperately needed rest.
From Amarillo, the drive became quite monotonous driving
through small town after small town.
Many were devastated, but not quite ghost towns. We stopped at two of them for a quick bite,
and all was still well, but just outside Wichita Falls, the highway was shut
down. Behind the long line of cars and
trucks, I could see emergency vehicles off the side of the road, then a life
flight helicopter landed. Later, we
realized there was one already on the ground.
We got out and walked around a bit, which was more than the cattle in
the truck up ahead could do. Instead,
they protested loudly, baking in the 90 degree heat – as if they had someplace
to go. We weren’t delayed too long
before the helicopters departed and one lane opened up. It turned out to be a rollover accident with four
Mexican nationals. Yes, folks, those
were your tax and insurance dollars at work flying them out.
I had been staying in touch with our movers as we headed
toward Granbury and they arrived shortly after we did. Our rental house is fine, but is half the
size of our former house. Even though we
had left a lot of stuff behind, we still have too much stuff. Sadly, we still have another move once our
new house is built at the ranch. But
here at the house, we have minimal cell phone service – as in one sweet spot,
outside, in front of the garage. I
suspect I look like Buddha with a cell phone in his ear. Hopefully that problem will be resolved soon.
Granbury is a very nice historic town with lots of good
folks and good restaurants. We love The
Dock where we can pull our boat up and grab a bite. The drought is over, the lake is full, it
even rained all last night. Our ranch property
is very pretty, and we’ve had great conversations with our local cattle on the
other side of the fence. It will be
great to move in a year or so down the road.
At times like this, you realize how dependent you’ve become
on technology. When the simple ability
to answer a phone call is denied, you feel stressed. Having to go to Starbucks to get the Internet
was frustrating, but we now have it at the house. At times like this, you realize we live too
fast. Life used to be simpler back in
the days of typewriters and party lines.
We can’t turn back the clocks, but we can appreciate the need to slow
down a bit. Granbury, Texas, seems well
suited for that.