Still making progress while there's progress to be made

The biggest assignment I had for today was to help the stepMIL pull stuff from her almost-attic and barn and gather it all in one "staging" area for the yard sale on Saturday.  We've already transported all of OUR items over and staged them on a different porch, so I was only meant to be an extra pair of hands today.  And all I knew about the assignment, early on, was that it would happen "after lunch."

We still have in our possession some very large furniture.  We have a "buyer" lined up, but there have been gaps in the communication, due to her being the daughter of the roommate of a local friend.  So Stephen started his day with prepping the smaller piece so we could load it into the van when he got home from work this evening.  Not an unreasonable task, but again, the gaps in communication caused concern.  He left for work uncertain of how everything would be playing out.  I spent my day in a similar uncertainty.  Moving is stressful, and no one ever said that it wasn't, but this particular move, which should be nothing but joyous, is the most stressful move I've ever made.  I imagine that it is for him, as well.

We've both had to look at it as if we're actually being blessed with a two-week vacation that starts in NINE days.  The only flaw in that perception (?) perspective (?) POV (?) whatever is that we're not coming back.  Vacations are a little stressful to pack for, but you don't have to pack up your entire household of stuff.  If you have pets or children, you have to be sure they are cared for, but you still get to return to the familiar settings and stuff.  We're having to sell, give away, or throw away all of the stuff that we're not packing into a small shipping container or my car.  We'll start packing the shipping container on Monday, and we'll probably start packing my car on Wednesday - that's less than a week, kids, and it's stress.

So what I managed to accomplish today while waiting to hear from both the stepMIL and my friend (whose roommate's daughter wants the couches):

• change mailing addresses at all of the credit cards, cell phones, and Stephen's magazine (no, we still don't have our official "home" address yet, but I know that if things go to Daddy's mailbox for awhile, we will eventually get it all collected)
• advertise the yard sale, briefly, on local Facebook "Yard Sale" pages.  I'll do the same tomorrow, and maybe at Dawn's Crack on Saturday, as well, so we'll get a good turnout.
• call two new potential landlords - for one, I just left a message; for the other, I had a lovely conversation and accidentally planted the idea of a "pet deposit" in his brain - thankfully, I didn't mention "pet RENT!"
• run the dishwasher; dry the eatware that was most recently used; pack up all of that eatware!  We still have plastic plates and glass bowls from which to eat, both of which will be discarded in the end (they're all crap).  I have yet to pack up any of our drinking vessels, because reasons.

Eventually, I went over to the stepMIL's and helped her out, getting very dirty and very sweaty, and pretty hot.  I don't tend to get any of these things on any kind of regular basis, so, you know, yuck.  I got home and spoke with the friend, and I don't have to worry about being clean for anyone but us, at least tonight.  Yay.  We will get things worked out; those couches will go downstairs and into someone else's vehicle, and I can just exercise a little patience while I continue sitting/lounging on them.

Tomorrow: MORE progress!  What will I possibly accomplish?