Ugh! It's Always Something
Aug. 31st, 2017 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraUgh. It’s always fuckin’ something.
This morning I got an email from the storage facility where the few remaining items of my Monterey household are stashed informing me that the they lost their lease and therefore will be moving the storage containers to a new location, so all breakables will need to be secured etc.
I’m in New York. The storage facility is in San Francisco.
Max is in Berkeley. And will help me to the best of his ability. But he’s in his last year of law school and has 18 million obligations.
I’m trying to put together a plan of action here.
This storage facility has been a “situation” for years, and it was actually one of the things I was going to deal with in November when I will be in California for two weeks.
But the deadline for “securing” my container contents is October 1.
And I don’t think it’s worth it to fly to CA in September as well: Money may be a renewable resource, but for me, it’s always a limited resource in the short term. My money would be better spent managing this situation long distance.
I suppose the best short-term plan would be to hire one of my buddies in California who could use the cash to do the actual blanket-bundling and bubble-wrapping for the move – with Max’s help and supervision. They’re not actually moving the container very far; it’s really the fork-lift part of the container moving that worries me since it necessarily involves shifting the container on to its side.
Possibly then I initiate a conversation to see whether John and Celeste might be willing to take the few pieces of furniture I want to hang on to plus the John Cerney sign and keep them in the house in Monterey. They might be willing to that – I’m the mother of the sainted Max, after all, whom they love, love, love, love, love plus John has a long-term crush on me.
The other stuff is all ephemera, which would be easy enough to ship to myself in New York although the shipping process undoubtedly would be tedious, tedious, tedious, tedious and moderately expensive.
Matthew Desmond’s Evicted contains a long and excellent analysis of how the storage industry contributes to poverty in America.
At least I'm not sitting waist-deep in water in an old folks's home in Houston, right? That has to be the standard against which all other inconvenience is measured.
This morning I got an email from the storage facility where the few remaining items of my Monterey household are stashed informing me that the they lost their lease and therefore will be moving the storage containers to a new location, so all breakables will need to be secured etc.
I’m in New York. The storage facility is in San Francisco.
Max is in Berkeley. And will help me to the best of his ability. But he’s in his last year of law school and has 18 million obligations.
I’m trying to put together a plan of action here.
This storage facility has been a “situation” for years, and it was actually one of the things I was going to deal with in November when I will be in California for two weeks.
But the deadline for “securing” my container contents is October 1.
And I don’t think it’s worth it to fly to CA in September as well: Money may be a renewable resource, but for me, it’s always a limited resource in the short term. My money would be better spent managing this situation long distance.
I suppose the best short-term plan would be to hire one of my buddies in California who could use the cash to do the actual blanket-bundling and bubble-wrapping for the move – with Max’s help and supervision. They’re not actually moving the container very far; it’s really the fork-lift part of the container moving that worries me since it necessarily involves shifting the container on to its side.
Possibly then I initiate a conversation to see whether John and Celeste might be willing to take the few pieces of furniture I want to hang on to plus the John Cerney sign and keep them in the house in Monterey. They might be willing to that – I’m the mother of the sainted Max, after all, whom they love, love, love, love, love plus John has a long-term crush on me.
The other stuff is all ephemera, which would be easy enough to ship to myself in New York although the shipping process undoubtedly would be tedious, tedious, tedious, tedious and moderately expensive.
Matthew Desmond’s Evicted contains a long and excellent analysis of how the storage industry contributes to poverty in America.
At least I'm not sitting waist-deep in water in an old folks's home in Houston, right? That has to be the standard against which all other inconvenience is measured.
