You’ve probably heard about the bagillion inches of snow that New England has received over the past few months. Every weekend since Christmas there has been a new storm. Two weeks ago, my sister Kim called to tell me she had 48” of snow on the ground. Forty-eight inches! There would be a blizzard here, a nor’easter there, a light dusting of only 6-8” here and there mid-week. Snow is lovely, but I’m starting to get a little concerned that Kim might go all REDRUM! all over Connecticut.
There’s one more concern: the snow has delayed time and time again Operation: Escape (pronounced Es-cap-ay, like Finding Nemo dudes) de Rhi. Operation: Escape de Rhi is the codename we came up with for moving my baby sister from my parents’ house (from which my father kinda sorta kicked her out of the week before Christmas because he’s a swell guy) and into my sister Kim’s place. Well, one thing and eighty conversations led to another and Rhi managed to negotiate a two-week extension. Right around when those weeks were up is when snowmageddon started. And has. Not. Stopped.
Sunday my sister finally moved sans furniture. She wanted to get acclimated before Kim deserted her for 10 days (TO COME VISIT ME!!!!). And Connecticut has not given Rhi the warmest welcome.
Rhi asked me this morning if I had heard about said welcome. I said I had heard there were going to be people. (Rhi: “Yessss, there are people here in Connecticut, Katie.”) I meant that I had heard Kim was going to have friends over to help distract welcome Rhi and help her move her stuff. And they did. They helped Rhi carry bag after bag through the snow and up into Kim’s apartment. Until one of the bags rebelled and esploded allllll over Kim’s steps and front lawn. Rhi gathered all of her clothes and hurried the rest of everything upstairs.
Several hours later, Erin was going to move her car so Kim could park in the driveway or something closely approximating that involving two cars moving. One of them got stuck and Rhi, Kim, and Erin spent an hour unsticking said car. During the course of which Rhi realized a pair of bright orange thongs was sitting smack in the middle of Kim’s front yard. And had been for hours. Ahem.
Yesterday morning Rhi realized that she had a brand-new coffee maker (Kim doesn’t drink coffee), coffee beans, and no filters. She made the last pouch of instant. I tried talking her through using a paper-towel (too weak). And then tried to get her to experiment with Kim’s tea ball and a mug of boiling water. Rhi said she found more instant. I think she’s just afraid of Connecticut.
And maybe she should be.
Welcome home, Rhi! I promise – it’s going to get much, much better. Eventually.
January 25, 2011 at 8:18 am |
I had a feeling panties in the middle of the lawn were going to be involved somehow! Ack! I’m sure Rhi will get settled in soon. The moving is always the hardest part.
January 25, 2011 at 8:53 am |
Yep – panties in the yard – right out of an 80′s movie. Sorry Rhi – it made me laugh.
Things will get better. You will get settled and coffee filters will be found.