Rant #3,678: Life

We are in!

The above photo was taken the final time I was in our old apartment. I wrnt back for the last time yesterday morning, just to make sure we didn't leave anything there.

Right after exiting the apartment for the final time, I went to the office, handed the keys over, and our new life officially began.

I also found out that our newly redirected mail takes 10 business days to find its way to our new address, which is something I honestly didn't know, so our mailbox might be relatively empty for the next two weeks or so.

Yesterday was officially our first day in our new apartment, and although we are in, my family has much work to do to get everything ship shape and the way we want it.

We still have plenty of boxes containing one thing or another, and we will have them until everything can be put in its proper place.

We ordered a bookcase for my son's room, and that is where his multitude of wrestling videos will go.

The bookcase was delivered yesterday afternoon, and once it is assembled, we will get all of that stuff out of the way.

My son is a real chip off the old block, but his collecting habits pale in comparison to me, his dad, who has boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of record albums to go through.

We ordered something to hold at least a portion of these LPs, and once it is together, I will have to go through and alphabetize some 5,000 records.

Thank goodness that my 45s are fully alphabetized and ready to go, as they were moved via the same three- and four-draw plastic holders that they were kept in in the other apartment we had--

And way back, in the house we lived in.

And my wife is no slouch in the collecting department, either.

She has records, CDs, cassettes, DVDs, and lots of other stuff that we are slowly finding places for.

And then we have to find places for the "important" stuff ...

I will leave that to my wife, who has a much better sense of where things go than I do.

I did put together my computer and all of the things attached to it, and everything is A-OK with that.

For some reason, all of the wires attaching things to the computer--those for the printer, scanner, and turntable, among others--got tangled in the move, and it ended up taking me at least 90 minutes or so to untangle everything and plug all of these things into the computer.

The untangling took forever; the plugging in and getting everything set took no time.

I also found various sports trophies, photos and other stuff that I hadn't seen in ages.

But every time I open and empty another box, it seems another one pops up, waiting to be opened and emptied.

But at least yesterday, we seemingly started to make something of a dent, but there remains much to be done.

I will try to post another Rant tomorrow, but there is no guarantee.

As I mentioned in an earlier Rant, I have meetings to cover for work--one meeting a week for the next seven or eight weeks or so--and the first one is tomorrow, so my availability might be interrupted and limited into June.

I am just so tired, but at least the move is behind us.

It is difficult moving at any age, but my wife and I agree that this, God willing, will be our FINAL move.

I figured out that during my nearly 68 years of life, I have moved a total of eight times, and I guess you can call me "Larry the Eighth, I Am," because the eighth is going to be the last.