Moving the Paper
Dec 2nd, 2007 at 7:18 am by Susie
My nana had this saying: “I couldn’t move this piece of paper from here to there without something happening.”
I knew moving would be chaotic, but I had A Plan. A Vision.
My mother had given me a wonderful antique bed that I’d already set up weeks ago. I made the bed with my new comforter, congratulating myself that after a long day of moving, I’d be able to crawl into my warm and cozy new bed and drift off to sleep.
Well, not so much.
When I climbed into bed with my laptop last night, I discovered the bed was wet - or at least, the bottom third. It turns out that a plastic bag the movers dumped on the bed had a plant mister that still had water in it, and the water leaked through a tear in the bag.
I tried putting a towel over the wet spot, but it was soon as wet as what was underneath. Finally, I put another quilt over the area and went to sleep. This morning, I woke up to a cold apartment (the thermostat’s in the office downstairs and they haven’t given me a key yet) and cold, wet feet. Brrrr!
Looks like Nana was right.
