Packing Weekend Redux

As if giving up one weekend to packing up the house wasn't punishment enough, this weekend was again devoted to the greater glorification of the cardboard box, with a packing tape chaser.  I am sporting a Sharpie marker clipped to my shirt accessorized by a packing tape roll bracelet.  A Glamor Don't.

But we have more time to devote to this chore because we don't have a set closing date for our current house.

Why you ask?

Demon-Spawn Home Buyer from Hell took her sweet time applying for her mortgage while she was attempting to shake us down for every last credit she could wring out of Steve, so her lender's appraiser didn't get his evaluation of our house done until last Wednesday.

The lender who is also swamped with thousands of other schmucks who are trying to close on their homes before the June 30th deadline for getting the tax credit and the lender is not feeling particularly compelled to act any faster than it normally would.

So instead of  pack/load/move dates of 22nd/23rd/24th, we are now looking at 25th/28th/29th.  God willing and we get a closing date this week.

I hate the DSHBfH and am very thankful my presence is not needed at the closing.  I am happy she is buying this house, but if I meteor could strike her without damaging the surrounding neighbors reducing her to a smoldering heap of carbon. . . . .good times.

And now on a positive note, older child's school had its end of year celebration yesterday, which was a showcase of the children's work, a tea ceremony, a giving of gifts (the youngest children in the school received a gift made by a child in the next grade and so on, until Thea's grade where teachers gave a present; Thea's 1st grade teacher, Li Laoshi was the one to give her a present.)  I got a lot of photos and have put them on Facebook, I'll get some put on the blog eventually.

 What those of us who were not in the cardboard jungle were doing on Sunday afternoon.  Micah, Mary, Thea at the FunPlex

Today the kids and I went out early to get coffee and donuts (and hash browns) at Dunkin Donuts for Fathers' Day.  Steve got an extra hour of sleep, Micah found out that he likes D-n-D's hash brown nuggets and I dropped off a bag of clothes at the bin next to Speedy Mart where I buy the New York Times.  The owner was shocked to see me so early, I usually pick up a paper in the early afternoon.

Tomorrow we have Micah's graduation at 10 am, and then it's officially summer.

And at 11:50 pm tomorrow night I turn 50.  Eeew.  I don't feel 50. My thumb joints, my left lateral epicondyle, and my left biceps tendon feel like they are 80+ from overuse, but the rest of me does not feel 50.

Back to the boxes. . .