The Speed of Dark

Sunday we moved the non-furniture stuff into M-‘s apartment.   A couple of trips up and down the stairs, and we were all glad someone else would be humping the bed, chairs, and big round table up there.

We left M- there about 5:30 in the evening, with instructions to call if he had any problems.   He didn’t call.   In fact, from the look on his face as we left, he was just waiting for us to get out the door so he could get to the apartment pool.   Next morning we were here to receive the movers; I called M- when they left, so he would expect them in about an hour.   He sounded quite chipper.   R- drove down to pay the movers while I worked up here.

Tuesday, the internet guy was supposed to come, but didn’t–I had gone down to install the router after the internet guy left, and in the meantime picked up some of the usual things you find you’ve forgotten in any move.   Today, Wednesday, the internet guy has been and gone, and I’m about to go down and install the router.   M- hasn’t been online yet, and doesn’t sound (over the phone) like he really knows what he’s doing with that, so I may have to call the internet provider myself.

M- seems very happy in his apartment so far, though he admitted yesterday that he’s not yet used to it and hasn’t slept straight through.   While we waited, I read and he worked on reviewing schoolwork from last semester.   Although he was disappointed the installer didn’t come (we both were!)  all the work we’ve done on handling surprises, disappointments, and changes in plans really paid off–he was just disappointed, no fuss or anything.

So far, the move has gone very well and M- seems to be handling things pretty well.    Incredibly well considering what we started with 26 years ago.   Even 10 years ago.   So I have high hopes that this will continue to go reasonably smoothly.