Caveat Lector

I know I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: bloggers are good people.

Andrew came over earlier this afternoon to help empty the pod. We’d never met, but he lent us his time and quite a lot of energy to help us out. We owe him dinner in addition to eternal gratitude.

The more so because we miscalculated—that immense Psychic Shopping Networked couch of ours just would not fit through our door, twist and turn it howsoever we would. Of course, since our door is on the third floor of the non-elevatored building, David and Andrew endured an awful lot of work before we learned it was hopeless. (And afterward, for that matter. Getting it back down the stairs was no picnic either.) We found a spot to leave it where it isn’t a public eyesore, and we’re going to try to freecycle it.

But everything else is out of the pod, thanks to Andrew; now we just have to keep the jackbooted-thuggish condo management around here from trying to tow the pod before it’s picked up on Tuesday. (They are Tagare Management, they’re quartered in Woodbridge, and I would beware of them; they really do go out of their way to be unpleasant and uncooperative. I’m terribly glad we’re only renting here, and once we’re on the market, I refuse to buy a condominium. Townhouse or nothing. I’m just not putting up with this garbage.)

Another friend-I’m-about-to-meet is on her way now, to take me out grocery shopping now that I have a more-or-less functioning kitchen. (”Another kitchen box? Where am I going to put it all?” I wailed earlier today.) Bloggers? Good people.

And we’re pretty much moved in, thank goodness. I wonder how many boxes we can avoid opening altogether?