Oh my, I don’t think there is not a muscle in my gorgeous body that is not screaming in pain today. So much packing, so little physical fitness.
Yesterday, I reached the level of taking paintings and mirrors from the wall and wrapping them in bubble wrap. Today, will be the last of my sorting in the garage, and I will start on the pantry and our walk in robe.
That should mean that next Saturday I can concentrate on preparing garden pot plants (potted plants for those Americans of a certain persuasion, not POT plants) for transport. I dug out the bird’s nest fern, that my Dad gave me when Mr FD and I moved into our first house, 35 years ago, and sent it over to Daughter1 for the next week or two, for safe keeping. It is my living link to my Dad, and it has survived six house moves so far, this being the 7th! Dad would have loved our new garden, and I am sure the fern will flourish there, as will we.
Considering that all goodwill towards the new buyers has all but boiled away, we will be taking everything and anything from the garden that we want. I doubt if it will be there in a week or two anyway. It all comes back to the tried and true maxim : treat others the way you would like to be treated yourself. We are now treating them the way they have treated us (and their own lawyer it seems, who asked our lawyer if he wanted a new client, as he never wants to deal with the buyer ever again! It is some comfort to know it wasn’t just us!)
Question of the day : what do we say to our neighbours? Do we warn them, and apologise; or say nothing and hope for the best?
[A Wheat Bag is a cotton corduroy bag filled with non-chemically treated Australian whole grain wheat that can be used either hot (heated in a microwave) or cold (stored in the freezer)]
I think what you say to your neighbours depends on whether you are planning on keeping in touch with them!
I have a cherry-stone bag, which I stick in the microwave on cold evenings and then cuddle whilst reading. It’s a by-product of Kirsch, which is not even slightly Scottish, but it makes me feel good and I love the smell. I hasten to add that I don’t drink Kirsch, but it’s difficult to imagine hugging a velvet bag full of warm raisins…
Hello and welcome to FD’s blog!
No, we won’t be staying in touch, so I guess we will never know the end of the tale (we hope!)
Does it smell like Kirsch? I have had lavender bags in the past and they were great when I had a migraine. I like the wheat because it wraps around all body angels and I can roll on it my sleep and still be comfortable. I imagine that cherry stones would not be as comfy, or is it?
I agree. Unless you are going to see current neighbours again then don’t worry about what you are landing them with. And I totally agree about taking plants etc especially if they have been such horrors to deal with. I too would have gained satisfaction hearing that their own lawyer has had enough of them too.
It made us feel vindicated and that it wasn’t just us. I noticed them sitting in their car outside the house on Sunday morning…too late for them to plot now.
Don’t warn the neighbors … but in about 6 months send them sympathy cards …
I’ve seen bags like that made with corn or beans.
(And I think I shall start saying to annoying people, “You old wheat bag!”)
Mr FD has to live with the fact that I sometimes (often) love my wheat bag more then him. It is red corduroy – so it heats faster!
Yes, take anything you can, on the assumption that they will just kill it all anyway.
We’re talking rescue mission time.
I think my bag may have rye seeds in it, but the same concept, and just as lovely.
The End Is In Sight!
I would take the trees with us if I could, but apparently they don’t transport well. We tried to give to landscapers and they all refused due to that issue. And to think that during the drought we spend months and months watering our garden with just buckets…
Good for you. Don’t forget to take light bulbs. And the toilet seats.
I would warn the neighbors, and sort of apologize. Then split!
You never know – your neighbors may like the new people. I would grab what you can and run and never ever come back.
This seems like one of those “the less said the better” times… Moving is so exhausting – I kind of hope I never have to do it again. Cheering you on as you get closer to the finish line!