March 12th – I wake up at 5:30, take my thyroid pill and decide to meditate for a bit so that when I emerge from the guest room, my attitude from last night is decidedly more positive. When I come out, Mom has already had breakfast and has clearly been up for awhile (in fact 4:30 a.m. – yikes!) She’s on a mission. I quickly throw down 2 cups of tea and an english muffin (using the broiler since the toaster is packed) and immediately go to work on disconnecting all her computer components, then packing like a woman possessed (mirroring Mom I might add). Finally at 10:00 I’ve reached a natural stopping place and head for the showers. Mom knocks on the door to ask me the same question that just had popped into my head, “Shall we call Hugo and tell him to come now?” I think I said “Hell yes” but maybe thought the Hell part and just agreed. By the time I’m out of the shower and dressed, he’s at the door. We’d already covered and padded the sofa and love seat (that was loaded a few days ago) and quickly give him a synopsis of what we’ve got going on – fragile, very fragile, clothes, kitchen miscellaneous (you get my drift). Hugo is great (forget my disparaging comments from the last post when we suddenly found out he had to come a day earlier than originally planned). Like a master puzzle-maker, he fit everything in, crawled over boxes to secure the ropes through the “eyelets” then stood up, grabbed a rail and Tarzan-style, swung out over the boxes rather than risk walking over them (quite impressive let me tell you). He was done in under an hour. I think Mom and I were in shock. This was a gift – we just gained a full day by the universe sending us a virtual kick in the pants to ramp up the packing. We were euphoric, nearly giddy. She paid him, we high fived, hugged, locked the POD. I slapped on a bit of makeup and we went to Heavenly Pizza for lunch and a glass o’wine! (toasting numerous times over the fact that the POD is PACKED)
We went to pick up her taxes (another nod from the universe) that had just been completed. Then came home, had a piece of key lime pie and went to our respective rooms for a nap. (maybe the packing, the excitement or stress or the glass of wine – don’t judge)
Here is a gallery of the garage, boxes, packing, Hugo and the POD. The sense of relief is HUGE. (or shall I say HUGO? – another pun – sorry I’m a little delirious)
The moral of the story is that sometimes the universe sends you a gift. Maybe you don’t “get it” at first. Maybe you don’t like it. But take a breath (or two), sleep on it – and the next day you’ll appreciate it more than you could have imagined. Lesson learned universe….and thanks.
Namaste!
