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Monday night, OK, Tuesday, a peaceful day only broken up by the owners coming in to the restaurant to have me try a half dozen new cocktails for our new menu.
Which, as they're mixing them at full strength highly discombobulates me, not a feeling I like at work.
In the evening the boy's arrived with a 14' truck filled with the last of my locker. So I need now to get another locker and we can unload it.
Wednesday, outside cold, 1 degree, and after coffee in the morning we head down to get a locker at the junction - $170 per month. 8X10. And we look in the back of the truck and begin unloading. I still have a lot of stuff, and bad news, somewhen in the past couple of years the locker sprung a rooftop leak and clearly many of my boxes of books have suffered catastrophic losses.
I find things that I might need and organize them beside the truck things I might be able to sell, drop off at the antique shop, and so we organize the new locker by what I might need (by front door) and what I can deal with later (in the back). The goal is to one day not have a locker.
2 more boxes of candlesticks, 24, these to the antique dealer. art supplies out my yin-yang, cufflinks - 100's of sets, and the small box with a dozen of my favourites, luck would have it, was directly below the leak, all the gold-filled has turned green and with a few of them, later in the day, no amount of Brasso will repair.
Cloths, 100lbs, these we pile beside the van as well. And then it begins. The rain, snow, wind, it's the wintriest day of all winter on this, my moving day.
Everything is soaked, through and through, myself included. And those books not soaked in the original flood are quickly getting so in the gap between truck and locker.
3 hours later and it's done. Absolute shit-show of a miserable fucking day but at least it's done. Now a huge pile of stuff to be moved through my apartment on the way to the antique shop....
On a hunch we swing by the shop - he's usually open Thu-Sat, but for some reason he's there today.
This is the sole silver lining...
God damn! and so we unload the antiques...
Then home, and 4 or 5 loads of shit up to my apartment where I begin doing laundry - 4 loads; to clean all the locker clothes that were soaked in the deluge. Dinner and then the boy is off; there's a blizzard forecast for Calgary and he wants to get home before the snow, and I'm left polishing cufflinks, sorting through the boxes of shit I brought into the house, some treasures, for sure, but these treasures will later today find their way to the antique shop, for this lifetime at least I've had my fill. 4 loads of laundry later the closet's overwhelmed, and I'll need once again to do some sorting, take some shit to the thrift shop, but that can be done later. There's an inspection in May and I'd better be ready...