Only one remote is still hiding from me. Since all of the boxes have been opened, I fear it accidentally got thrown away. Then again – I have been breaking down all of the boxes before throwing them in the trash, so maybe it will still be found somewhere. I was at an electronics store the other day and happened to notice the universal remotes and thought “Ah ha! That’s what I’ll do.” Then I noticed that the good remotes cost more than I can purchase an entire new blue-ray dvd player for, (which is the piece of equipment for which I am missing the remote). Forget that! As my friend used to say, “I came on a turnip truck – but it wasn’t last night!”
The glass on one picture was shattered, but beyond that and a few dings, the only thing worse for wear from the move is me. I never expected it to be so difficult. Looking back from the other side of the mud puddle, I can see things I could have been better prepared for – like putting all of the remotes in my purse – but other things that I simply did not know were coming. I will never downplay the importance of ‘comfort zone’ again, especially when dealing with elderly people.
One delightful discovery in the new house. The moment I started putting up my pictures, the house started becoming mine. Picture by picture, the strange shell faded away and my home emerged. I would encourage anyone about to move to keep a box of your favorite pictures close by and get them out and up first thing. It may not seem expedient, but seeing those pictures will go a long ways toward putting you in a comfortable place and possibly reducing your hatred for the color of cardboard.