Fast, furious...
Mar. 16th, 2003 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgWe're moved out.
Three days dry as a bone, sunshine - no worries.
Then the skies opened up Saturday - drenching anyone who had to venture outside to move anything to the storage units. The discovery had been made Friday that we were two units shy of enough to store everything. So, we had two more delivered Saturday morning, and they picked up two.
Then the rain came. And came. Then, about 3:00 PM, it came down so hard the street drains began to back up into the parking area. Where the storage units, now nearly full, were. The water was to the bottom of the unit (they sit on pallets) and still rising. All our belongings were in danger of now getting water damage. Total panic. Who do we call? The city? The fire department? Jim was on the phone to the company and getting a truck BACK OUT HERE NOW - we also hired two movers at the last minute and they arrived at about the same time the truck did. Then, the rained died down a bit, the drains did their thing...and so far, we don't know that the units allowed any water in (they're pretty cool things, engineering wise - snug doors with lips that close TIGHT with plastic over that) - but only time will tell.
We get to our rented digs about 9:30 PM.
And find they are TINY. Shower only. No closet, just a bar and some shelves in the corner. No dishwasher. No oven. One chair - table the smaller than a card table.
But the bed is comfortable, and the room is quieter than the house used to be. Waking the next day, getting hungry, we go to Manhattan Beach and have breakfast outside at Uncle Bill's Pancake House in beautiful clear weather (the storm is now wreaking havoc in Arizona, I hear). The Goodyear blimp flies overhead. It's a wonderful morning in the land of the well-heeled with dogs land.
Then we come back and find out someone hit the truck while we were gone - HARD. If the station wagon had been there, they would have totalled it - us being gone saved us from that. The truck, eh - the back left fender is bent, the bumper is toast but it's still driveable.
It'll be taken care of - but like most of this move, it's almost as if G/T/W has been saying "this has to happen - sorry" and then the least amount of damage actually occurs. We could have done without the flood. We could have done without the car being hit. But it could have been worse. Oh, so much worse.
I feel somewhat numb and anxious, but that's to be expected. That house was a constant for 15 years, that security isn't going to be replaced in 24 hours.
But I can go have ramen at Marukai for dinner tonight - it only took Jim 20 minutes to get to work tonight, and I can be at work at 6:00 AM tomorrow. There were anti-war protests at the South Bay Galleria this afternoon, and we drove by them flashing peace signs and honking our horn. THAT mall is wonderful - I never knew. I have a Yankee Candle jar candle to sweeten the room, and we found all the needed cables to get this beast up on the internet with only one room phone. Yes, it has a data port. Whee. It's the same line, dingwads.
We're in the right place. Now, to find a place to make our own.
Three days dry as a bone, sunshine - no worries.
Then the skies opened up Saturday - drenching anyone who had to venture outside to move anything to the storage units. The discovery had been made Friday that we were two units shy of enough to store everything. So, we had two more delivered Saturday morning, and they picked up two.
Then the rain came. And came. Then, about 3:00 PM, it came down so hard the street drains began to back up into the parking area. Where the storage units, now nearly full, were. The water was to the bottom of the unit (they sit on pallets) and still rising. All our belongings were in danger of now getting water damage. Total panic. Who do we call? The city? The fire department? Jim was on the phone to the company and getting a truck BACK OUT HERE NOW - we also hired two movers at the last minute and they arrived at about the same time the truck did. Then, the rained died down a bit, the drains did their thing...and so far, we don't know that the units allowed any water in (they're pretty cool things, engineering wise - snug doors with lips that close TIGHT with plastic over that) - but only time will tell.
We get to our rented digs about 9:30 PM.
And find they are TINY. Shower only. No closet, just a bar and some shelves in the corner. No dishwasher. No oven. One chair - table the smaller than a card table.
But the bed is comfortable, and the room is quieter than the house used to be. Waking the next day, getting hungry, we go to Manhattan Beach and have breakfast outside at Uncle Bill's Pancake House in beautiful clear weather (the storm is now wreaking havoc in Arizona, I hear). The Goodyear blimp flies overhead. It's a wonderful morning in the land of the well-heeled with dogs land.
Then we come back and find out someone hit the truck while we were gone - HARD. If the station wagon had been there, they would have totalled it - us being gone saved us from that. The truck, eh - the back left fender is bent, the bumper is toast but it's still driveable.
It'll be taken care of - but like most of this move, it's almost as if G/T/W has been saying "this has to happen - sorry" and then the least amount of damage actually occurs. We could have done without the flood. We could have done without the car being hit. But it could have been worse. Oh, so much worse.
I feel somewhat numb and anxious, but that's to be expected. That house was a constant for 15 years, that security isn't going to be replaced in 24 hours.
But I can go have ramen at Marukai for dinner tonight - it only took Jim 20 minutes to get to work tonight, and I can be at work at 6:00 AM tomorrow. There were anti-war protests at the South Bay Galleria this afternoon, and we drove by them flashing peace signs and honking our horn. THAT mall is wonderful - I never knew. I have a Yankee Candle jar candle to sweeten the room, and we found all the needed cables to get this beast up on the internet with only one room phone. Yes, it has a data port. Whee. It's the same line, dingwads.
We're in the right place. Now, to find a place to make our own.
