Today is the day that we had to vacate the Shur-Guard Storage Unit. The last day, of course. We have known about this for a month, or so. We rented the storage unit soon after moving here a couple of years ago; about ten minutes after realizing that the basic needs brought from a Canadian household was, well, just too much crap. I brought my snowshoes, to The Netherlands. Who does that?
The Most-Amazing-Man (now known as Hubbybaby, thanks to a young Serbian man) has taken ill with what I suspect is the debilitating corona virus, or the plague, finally caught from Patient Zero and Patient Zero-point-One; the offspring. It was inevitable, I say. He had a sick day yesterday and a most-certainly-dying day today. Today; the one day that we had planned a massive reorganization of three storage sheds located in two different towns.
Fortunately, and quite coincidentally, I had baited the 20-year-old daughter to bring her boyfriend, Jan, home this morning to exchange late Christmas gifts. Perfect set-up. After giving him his Christmas present and feeding him and the children incredibly hard to obtain bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches, I only felt a tad guilty when I stood over them and said, “So, here’s the plan....”
Jan-the-Boyfriend organized boxes on the shipping end, loaded the car numerous times and disposed of recyclables. Liam-the-Sixteen-Year-Old packed up Christmas (yes, I know the date), organized two ginormous yard sheds, unloaded the car on the receiving end and found places for things that I didn’t know we owned. Taryn-the-Daughter, who felt that she had done plenty by merely attracting an appropriate suitor, chatted, requested that we (the workers) stop everything and play Clue, did her best Hepburn impression and warmed up some food from the fridge (aka made a meal). Overall a very successful day in the beehive.
Werner (Hubbybaby) and I checked out the sheds this evening after all the dust had settled. I do not know why I am continually astounded by Liam’s organizational abilities. Though he is completely capable of only moving to prevent bedsores, he also possesses a focus that has driven him to painstakingly produce artistic, symmetrical patterns on his wall with individually hung gum wrappers, playing cards and train tickets. Savant.
It was a good day. I am no longer paying 227 euros per month for a storage unit in another town, Liam revealed interest in future professional avenues that don’t include jumping cars off buildings, Taryn stuck around for the day, Jan thoroughly impressed me with his work ethic, Werner has returned to the world of the living (better late than never) and I, once again, really appreciate what I have.