We moved into our new house in Puyallup on Wednesday. The balance of our household goods showed up on Friday. Most everything made it and only a few things broken/dinged/scratched/scuffed. It was like Christmas for the kids as they opened boxes of toys they'd not played with in months.
There was one scary moment as the movers unpacked the crates. The one in the crate remarked on a "funny smell" as he handed out boxes. The "funny" smell turned into a "horrible smell." I think he may have gagged a time or two. One of the other movers screamed and pointed at his feet once. It was nothing, of course, and we all thought the box man's moment of terror was pretty funny. Everyone thought that perhaps something crawled into the box and died. I made a half-hearted joke about our cat being missing. The movers, to a man, didn't laugh. "Dude, that's happened before." Something about a cat crawling up into a couch. Our couch was cat-free, thank God. We never did figure out what the smell was. Said one mover to box man, "Dude, it was probably you."
Anyway, normalcy is returning just in time for me to head out on a trip Monday. I'm headed over to Germany and on to parts unknown. Iraq or Afghanistan, probably. Much apologies to James for my failure to call lately. Now that I've got some digs, I owe the Kirk clan a much-deserved steak dinner at Das Ritterhaus in Puyallup.