I’m getting really sick of having to answer the question: "So, are you all moved yet?" It’s been practically a month, and we’re still moving stuff out of the old place. Imah tells me we should finish this week, but I don’t see how.
Tomorrow. Ah yes, we get to push ourselves to the max to get our stuff out by tomorrow…and this before I have to work a late shift at my "old" job and then be up and at ‘em the next morning for my new job. Oy vey.
So…I had an interesting week. My wonderful digestive system decided to give me its fits, and I’m recovering from that still. It actually wasn’t so bad yesterday and part of the day before…it just relapsed today.
You know how, on Homeward Bound, Chance sticks his head out the moving vehicle, his ears fly up, and he proclaims, "Tada! Bat dog!" I couldn’t help but remember that this Tuesday. Maybe it was because I was so hot. It was a hot day, and, with the help of our former neighbor’s son, we moved the heaviest piece of furniture we have…the Wardrobe. I couldn’t help but smile to myself when the kid asked if I could actually carry it with him. Guys are so cute like that. And I love surprising them. No, I can’t carry it with my nearly sixty-year-old mother; with a strapping young man…watch and be amazed.
Not to say that it was a breeze. Aah no! I did manage, however, to keep my panting to a minimum. I’m good at that. *grin*
When Imah and I got into the van (our helper followed with our Wardrobe in his truck), I stuck my head out and let the breeze ripple through my lengthening hair. (I’m experimentally growing it out right now. I’m sure I’ll hate it and just chop it all right back off.) That’s when the Bat Dog thought hit me.
Then, I realized I wasn’t scared. I don’t take speed well. I’m sure I’m developing an early heart condition thanks to the way Imah drives. And forget about taking me to any kind of theme park. The carousel is about as extreme a ride I can take. Anything more, forget it!! And, hey, I have a medical excuse for this: something about my equilibrium and whatnot being damaged from an excess of childhood ear infections…though I’ve suspected for the past few years, that part of my ears may be healing. My hearing hasn’t gotten any better–but at least it isn’t bad enough to be a real "hearing impairment." 
So…Wednesday. Eh-heh. I went with Imah to Seattle to get some computer training for the new job. The action began before we even got onto the ferry. The bloody vessel was full! As Imah cursed profusely and I screeched at her "Don’t run down that pedestrian! Don’t get us killed! Look a cop!" we headed back to the office to get our boss to drive us to the ferry (so we could just walk on).
He did, and we jumped out of his vehicle and ran all the way to the ferry–with the ferry people calling at us to hurry up! Fortunately, the ferry ride was uneventful. I worked diligently on my novel. 
After the ferry, however, we got a cab, and, only after he started driving, did he mention he didn’t know the address. We called the training place and got like three different addresses from them. The one we could find–and where the taxi dropped us off–turned out to be merely a "landmark." We still had another mile to go.
Well, Imah had had enough of getting crumby directions and she wasn’t about to go walking about Seattle with directions of equal faultiness. I was wearing strappy heels–so you guess my opinion. She got someone from the training place to pick us up.
In my opinion–and Imah’s as well–the training was rather trivial. Certainly not worth all we had come through. While waiting for another cab to come take us to the ferry, we stopped at a little coffee shop to get some iced coffees and eat our lunches.
Turned out we just missed a ferry and had to wait over an hour for the next one. At this point, Imah and I couldn’t take each other’s company and we parted. I spent my time writing my novel and then doing some personal journaling when the streets shops called to me temptingly. I would have done some window shopping if I hadn’t been alone. Imah’s just told me too many freaky stories about the streets of Seattle.
On this ferry ride, we both went outside. I worked on my novel until I came to a point where an exciting battle scene–one of the final ones–takes place. I’ll need more time for that. So, I enjoyed the scenery and hot/cool breeze. Fortunately, nothing happened on this trip either–except for our ferry being escorted by the Coast Guard. But the captain assured us all there was nothing to worry about, it was a routine thing, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I thought it was pretty cool, myself.
Oh yeah, and I saw my first ever pelicans! They seemed to like the heat coming from the ferry’s smoke stack. I couldn’t help but cry out, "Hey, it’s Nigel!" Imah asked me what I meant, and I told her, "Oh, it’s another Finding Nemo thing." I seem to be quoting that movie a lot lately–like every time I see this certain co
-worker (at my old job), we both make these ripple movements with our arms and chant: "I like to move it, move it!" Let me tell you, we get some priceless looks.
I’d better go. We have some more…issues…awaiting us. 
08:40 PM
Chronicled by: Her Grace, the Duchess Dethroned
She’s important enough that I’m not going to cancel (I mean, hey, she might blow up! LOL!). 
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