How odd. I am not in the thick of things. And I don't really want to be. The boys are excited and I let them just have at it. At one point, I asked Kiel if he wanted my help, warning him that I would be likely to micro-manage the move. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "I'm apt to tell you what to load on the truck first, how to arrange it, which things need to go where - as I see it." I responded. "NO THANK YOU!!!" he grinned.
So I went on my errands, leaving the move in their hands. I grimaced as I watched some of the goings on, but I kept my mouth closed. There is more than one way to do things, and my way is not the only way, just my way. While their take isn't even close to how I would do it, I am extremely grateful that they are willing to do it, so I will take whatever damage might occur and be happy to have them decide and learn.
Not that its such an easy thing, mind you. The whole place is in utter chaos. After I made my monthly deposit in the blood bank and took care of the other things, I stopped at the new place to see how things were going. They had the first load - most of the furniture and some boxed stuff - almost unloaded. I mentioned that I was headed to the old place to change for work, and Kiel visibly blanched.
"Its pretty messy at the moment," he informed me, wincing at the thought of my seeing it. Understatement of the century. I closed my eyes, changed, ate lunch, and headed for work. Don't say it. Don't think it. Just breath and let it go. They are doing a wonderful thing. You better totally appreciate all of it. And I am surprised to find that I do!
Two trips with the 14 foot truck, and we are done for the most part. I take Kiel back to the rental place, fully aware that the real work will begin now. The boys have met a neighbor, and been welcomed nicely. Seems they are a friendly, happy bunch. And the bus garage called, following through on our request for transportation. Yes, this is a good move. Good indeed.
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