I've never, ever, EVER heard rain, thunder, and lighting like this in San Francisco. It was our last night in the Glen Park house we love so much. We sleep in the converted attic, which has a little bubble skylight through which any wind or rain easily can be heard. Until last night, I always found it charming. However, when one needs to rise at 7 a.m. for movers, being woken up every five minutes by what sounds like the apocalypse is not particularly charming. Honestly -- I thought the world might be ending.I dammed my ears with purple foam earplugs bought for our lengthy travels, and finally fell back asleep around 3 a.m. Bryan shook me awake at 7 with a panicked look on his face: The wind and rain were still incredibly intense, and he'd spoken with the movers about rescheduling. (Normally rain wouldn't be a huge deal, I suppose, except for the fact that our entire lives would be sitting in storage for a year, and damp boxes are not particulary charming in such circumstances, either.) I popped the earplugs out and tried to process the idea of rescheduling this huge THING we'd been working toward non-stop for the past two weeks.
We had five minutes to decide.
No. We'd proceed as planned, weather be damned. We'd figure out a system to keep things as dry as possible, and hope not to return to a moldy TiVo in 12 months.
Amazingly, when the movers arrived, the sun peeked through the clouds and the rain stopped. Well, not for the whole time, but for enough to at least get our Prized Possessions into the moving truck. The last thing to go will be this Internet connection, which I chose to keep last night (over the TiVo!) so that I may continue to compulsively document.
Now I'm waiting for Bryan to return from the storage space, and we'll be on our way. ..........
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