This past weekend, Tom and I moved, so I don't have any food to report on or review (unless the take-out Mexican and Indian food counts? Or the decent but still too expensive dinner at Quaint?).
As far as moves go, it was fairly smooth, thanks to a lot of help from Tom's parents and professional movers. But it was still stressful, and things still got misplaced, but I knew that the missing items would eventually turn up.
We officially moved on Friday. The movers finished loading the last of our belongings into our new apartment around 4:30 pm. Tom's parents said their good-byes, Tom and I went out for dinner to escape the madness of the boxes, and then returned to resume unpacking.
Of course, we couldn't find some things. Tom couldn't find his new running shoes, and I couldn't find the glass top to a table. Then- "Where are my knives?" Uh oh. The freak-out began. We searched through lots of boxes where we thought it could be, we looked in closets, in corners- no knives. We looked everywhere. Tom was getting panicky, so he went back to the old apartment (a whopping 2 blocks away) to see if he left them there. He returned empty handed. He could barely go to sleep that night. "My knives are sitting in a box, or on the movers truck, getting dull in the knife roll, its making me crazy!' No Tom, you are making me crazy! I don't know how many times I told him, they'll turn up.
Saturday came and still no knives. We had to go back to the old apartment to clean, and by chance I opened the empty cupboard, and there were Tom's knives! He was in the other room, so I yelled "Guess what I found?" and he was very relieved to see his knife roll. I told him they'd turn up!
Although secretly, I'm sure he wouldn't have minded getting new, fancier knives....
Hey over the past two weeks since your last post I've broken a peel making pizza, you've had squash blossoms for the first time, eaten scapes on everything, had food from the tiny kitchen. There's plenty of food to write about.
ReplyDeleteI was equally panicked about the shoes by the way. If I also had misplaced my bass as well my life would have become completely without direction.
You're right, in the blur that preceded the move, you did cook some stuff and break some stuff. If I had taken pictures, I would have remembered it better.
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