© 2012 Kimberly McDonald
Its Wednesday afternoon and still no movers. That’s right. A full week after the scheduled delivery date. They said yesterday they’d be here this morning. Morning has turned into afternoon…and they’ve just called to advise that I will need a shuttle truck to move from the tractor trailer to my new abode. Its the finest of fine print on the “contract” which doesn’t state the size of truck that they use to haul your stuff cross-country.
So…still waiting. And discovering new things. For example, I have geckos. They’re really cute and curious. I expect at any moment one will stand upright and ask if I’d like to save 15 percent on my car insurance.
The bee issue continues. I think by now I must have rescued 50 or so. Though I’m told they just fly right back to the next that’s been poisoned. Its sad. I hope they come and move the hive. I’ve heard several times in recent years that the bee population is dwindling for some inexplicable reason. Entire colonies are just abandoning their hives. I think one optional explanation has to do with Global Warming. I’d ask Al Gore but he seems pretty tied up these days.
Another bee desperately needs rescuing. More soon…
I’ve lived in Manhattan and I’ve been stuck in rush hour traffic in a cab that smells like curry. I’ve lived in Atlanta and had to endure the Perimeter at 4:30 in the afternoon in the sweltering heat of August. But I have never seen consistent traffic like the stuff you get into here in LA. I know, everyone warned me, and I thought “yeah right”. I bow in humble regret…You weren’t kidding!
The best thing about it is that the cars all have GPS and GPS directs you to all of the major roads…which have the major traffic. So I’ve spent a couple of days figuring out that I can travel quickly on Franklin, and avoid some of the gnarly mess of Sunset or Santa Monica. And I am determined to find a way to Malibu that doesn’t include coming anywhere near Beverly Hills. I’m open to suggestions, y’all.