The furniture removal truck I had ordered would only take 20 cartons in addition to the furniture, you see, hence my having to transport everything else :-(
The final trip was last Monday. Bearing in mind it is late spring (almost summer, in fact) I was horrified to encounter this on the long mountainous and winding and climbing stretch of road that traverses two mountain ranges:
I was not best pleased at this development. However, the timing was good because the snow plough and grit truck had not long been through, so the road itself wasn't too bad. Lucky for me since I didn't have chains and would have had to turn back otherwise.
The return journey was also harrowing. The snow had gone, only to be replaced with gale-force winds. By the time I arrived home my arms were aching and tired from fighting the steering wheel for 4 hours straight. I was very glad to have a fully-laden car for that trip as the extra weight helped combat the winds.
What seemed like a thousand cardboard boxes were flattened and put out for the recycling truck today, and suddenly the house seems to be returning to order. There is still a lot to do, but just getting rid of the boxes has had an enormous visual impact.
Oh, and by the way, my daughter brought these with her:
Her baby rats, Heidi and Audrina.
And daughter is making her presence known to the poor, long suffering dog too:
Poor, poor Otter. So humiliating.
On a brighter note, I have my bed to myself again since daughter's cat has abandoned me and returned to sleeping on her bed.
Sweet, sweet LEG ROOM again!