Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Big Move, Part Two

You've read Michelle's take on our relocation. She mentioned that the construction was, as we like to say in the South, a whole nother story. I'm here to tell you that story! It indeed involved blood, sweat, and tears. Mostly Builder Tim's blood, which was spilled on the sidewalk as he carefully checked to make sure that his circular saw was not cutting through Builder John's saw horses. I am glad to say that after an impromptu trip to the emergency room and several stitches that both the lacerated fingers and the saw horses are doing well. I tried to cheer Builder Tim with a big kiss which did seem to make him feel better. As a matter of fact, he invited me home afterward. Did I mention he's my husband of over 22 years?

There was lots of sweat involved, especially after the air quit working, not once but twice. As it turns out, sawdust, of which we had much, isn't so good for the air conditioning system. Who knew?

And the tears....yeah, there were tears. I cried one day when Tim didn't show up to eat lunch with me. I guess it was the stress. I mean I like him and all that but I don't typically cry when he cancels lunch with me, which happens pretty often. Michelle cried one day when she didn't get to go to Zumba class because of a mixup concerning what time the electrician was coming. It didn't help that I did get to attend Zumba class and perhaps pulled slightly ahead of her in my performance. (Now I have to pause to say that if you know Michelle and me, then you know she is a born dancer, while I am pretty much just born.) I think Tim's eyes may have welled up during the aforementioned saw incident and they definitely did when I informed him that the beautiful checkout counter that he built exactly to our specifications was no longer what we wanted. Builder John got a little misty everytime Michelle started a conversation with the words, "Hey, you know what would be cool?"

But we're in, Michelle and I are still friends, the men still love us, and business is great. And in the words of the late Mae West, "Come up and see us sometime."

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