dragonlady7

OK. So.
Friday we went to my parents' house. We spoke before we left with the cousins of Dave's that are moving out of the house we're moving into. They were moving their furniture on Friday, spending the weekend moving with the help of all their family, and doing their final cleaning on Monday, the 23rd. So, Monday night we could get the keys and we could start moving in on Tuesday.

So we went to Melrose. We helped Ann buy and set up her computer. We transferred files, we ate vegetarian food, we transferred programs from the old PC to ann's newer old PC. We put the modem into the newer computer so it could connect. We got everything set up for the folks. It was great, we did stuff, we were helpful. Etc. We also transferred the car over into my name and did all that paperwork. Now I have my Voyager back and it's really mine this time. I will have an entry to write about the Return of the Penguinmobile at a future date when I am not so angry.

Sunday, we loaded up the cars. I collected the various household plants that Mom insists I take. I collected various of my possessions scattered throughout the house. Ann loaded up the Cruiser and the Voyager with her belongings.
Monday morning very early we left, and drove to Ithaca. It was a long drive. I drove my van, and Dave drove his car, and Mom drove her Cruiser.
We arrived at Cornell a little before noon, unloaded the cars very efficiently, and ate a picnic lunch on the patio of Eco House.
We met Fiona there and she gave me a birthday card which I haven't yet opened. I'm waiting to do those things for my birthday. On Thursday. Theoretically in the new house.

We left Cornell around 12:30, Dave and I. We drove up a long and winding county route to get to the Thruway, and then drove 90 more miles on the Thruway. The minivan behaved itself. I nearly fell asleep, repeatedly.
There was a traffic jam at the toll booth. I was directly behind Dave and watched him get a call on his cell phone. It was his mother-- he had earlier called her and left a message asking whether the cousins were out of the house yet, and telling her where we were and when we'd be home.
She said that she'd spoken to the cousins and they'd told her everything was on schedule and that they were just cleaning now. Great, he said. So once we made it through the tolls, we drove to the new house to stop in and see how they were doing.
They were moving boxes and large objects out and putting them into the bed of Dave's uncle's pickup truck. They were annoyed that we had arrived. We politely asked whether they needed any help, and what sort of schedule we should anticipate. Well, Jen said, I'll call you tomorrow. We stood around confused for a moment, and she said that she had to work on Tuesday and so would be cleaning the place out on Wednesday.
Maybe we could start moving in on Thursday.
...

So, dumbfounded, we left, and drove to Dave's mom's house. She was flabbergasted at what Jen had said-- they'd had so much help over the weekend that she'd been sure they were done. She couldn't believe they weren't done. She'd been to their new house, and told us about how lovely it is, how much space there is, how nicely they have it set up.

Well, y'know, fuck me with a spoon, will you? I've had my goddamn life on hold all summer. i'm having recurring nightmares of offending Dave's mom by something or other. I just can't talk to her without saying the wrong thing. i am awkward and clumsy in her presence. I have spent the whole summer wanting to hide somewhere. I am so tired. I just want my own bed back. I just want my own life back. They said they'd be out the 12th of July, when we first were considering moving into that house. They said 1 August at the latest. 1 August came around and they said probably 12th August. Then that rolled around. Ah, they said, they were finally closing on the new house. They'd be out the 23rd.

Am I ever going to see my possessions again? I'd been hoping all summer to have a housewarming party for my birthday. But we won't even have moved the welcome mat yet, by then.

We should have just rented the fucking apartment. There was a beautiful apartment, if you recall, for about $200 a person, available 15 June, downtown, leaded glass, three bedrooms, kitchen and pantry and dining room. We could have been there already. I could have my life back already. I could be able to change my goddamn underwear as often as I want.

I packed us a week's worth of clothes, on Friday, because I figured it would take us until the next Friday to be more or less settled, if we started on Monday or Tuesday. The rest of our belongings, including clothes, are all in bags or boxes. I don't know where I packed my underwear.

So I have clean underwear until Friday. After that, I'm just out of luck.

But maybe they'll have moved out by then....

At least Dave's mom isn't home today, so I can lock myself in the bathroom and cry for a few hours without interfering with her routine.