Rainy morning from the 10th floor overlooking the great Atlantic, ain't life grand, grand strand that is. One lone fisherman straddles the waves patiently casting and longing for that big one. Walkers are sparse and speckled along the beach front, most wetting their feet as they stroll. The ocean, flatter than I have seen in days goes forever in the distance.
Move day for us has been canceled because present owners didn't meet the obligations of the agreement, were still being moving at 1:30 when we were supposed to do our walk through and they had canceled the professional cleaners, opting to have their daughter clean the house solo. Unacceptable!!! It was a tense encounter, us, the owners, two realtors and a pathetic bunch of snail moving packers and loaders. They were supposed to be done and gone by 10. They missed that estimate by about six hours. We used them our last move and they took twice as long as quoted. There is a method to their madness, getting paid by the hour, dragging ass and stalling, taking too many smoke breaks makes for a great paycheck. Yarboroughs, remember that name if you ever need a mover and then what ever you do, don't contact them.
We're beading back to house at 10, one more attempt at a walk through. Move day has been delayed until Friday. In a twisted way things have worked out with rain in the mix today. Tomorrow is supposed to be a sunny one.
Take a deep breath and it will be over before I know it....right? Life is too short to stress; keep repeating that over and over. Above dirt, so I am blessed.