Life Imitates Art.

Well, the move to Ajman is underway. The camel caravan is loading even as I blog.

We were hoping to make a clean break, but it seems there was a mix-up by our real estate agent. He said we could have possession of the new apartment, but didn't know that the electric meters hadn't been installed yet and may not be for another 2 weeks. We found out the repercussions of that news the hard way a few days earlier when we sent Large Hulking Son (LHS) and two of his friends to deliver three large boxes of glass dishes ahead of today's move. They learned that the building only has electricity during construction hours: 8 am to 8 pm. When they arrived at 9 pm the elevators weren't working. They,being the Large Hulking men that they are,carried the boxed up the stairs to the 16th floor. Husband and this Large Bulking Blogger decided being stranded on the 16th floor for twelve hours per day without electricity or elevator was a bit much so we decided to wait for electricity before we made the move. We are moving as much stuff as possible now so I will have time to unpack and reassemble the new apartment before my winter holiday ends on January 14th. We'll work and unpack in the daylight hours and return to our nearly empty Sharjah apartment at night.

My much moved and much abused furniture gets another dose of drop and ding as unskilled laborers, LHS and a hord of his Large Hulking Baskeball Friends load the trucks. (half of these guys look more like football, rather than basketball players.) I;m really greatful for their help, but it's obvious they are total novices at this. It's kind of like having the 12 Stooges as movers. I cringe and try to stay away as I hear: "Oh NO!!!" "Back up, you Idiots!!" "@#@+*^ !!!" "MY foot, get it off my FOOT!"
Crash! Thud! Bump! There it goes out the door.

Ajman, here we come.