Shifting day...

It's evening now and my earthly belongings (well, those which reside in Uganda) are about 99.9% shifted in to the new house (in Uganda you don't 'move', you 'shift').

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but for some reason I thought that if I spend the weekend organizing my stuff, drawing maps of the old house and the new house, assigning a code to each room so that the movers would know which stuff was to go where, and even tagging the doorknobs of each room to make it clear WHERE THINGS WERE SUPPOSED TO GO, for some reason it would go off without a hitch. I had this far fetched idea that my organizational skills would prove so epic that I could stay at the office all day with only occasional check ins, during which time I would simply congratulate the movers on their skill in interpreting my codes and doorknob tags.

Alas, this was not to be. I went to the house first thing in the morning, only to see room #2 being loaded in to the truck with room #1.1 before Room #1.2 was loaded! No! The next thing I know, a truck loaded down with Room #4 rumbled past, leaving Room #3 untouched. Heartbreaking. Why did I even try? No, seriously. Why did I even try? It's like I just forgot every single experience I've ever had. I've learned nothing.

In the end I spent the whole day moving. No probs. It was hilarious. Particularly humorous was the transfer of the cats to the new house. I commented on needing to come back to get the cats and my housekeeper said, 'The kitten is in the truck already.' I was confused. Why was the kitten in the truck? Did she climb in of her own volition? Has she been watching reruns of The Beverly Hillbillies while I'm at work and was struck with an undeniable desire to channel Grannie? I inquired further.

'I saw that she was in one of the bags I put in the truck,' my housekeeper informed me.

"Yes," added my driver. "She is in the truck...and maybe she has been crushed."

Cue me frantically calling for the kitten who is allegedly stacked somewhere in the back of the Land Cruiser. There is no response. I slump my shoulders and go to open the door. I reckon I might as well drive the truck full of belongings to the new house before beginning the cryptic task of locating my potentially deceased kitten. Thankfully, when I opened the door she literally fell out of the truck- just as pot bellied, cute and alive as usual. She's actually sleeping on my lap right now. It's been a long day for her.

So, here was are in the new house. The floor paint was still wet and we didn't have water in the kitchen this morning, but there is water now and the paint continues to dry. I know it is. I'm watching it.

Shout out to the plumbers who finished installing the toilet just moments ago. At the moment it appears that there is an elaborate web of rocks and sticks bracing the tub, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that I should not try and bathe there this evening. Looks like I'll be sneaking back to my old tub! Technically, we are renting it for two more days...

I should go. I also found a gecko painted in to the floor in my room. Literally. A living gecko was painted over and is the middle of my floor. I need to find a butter knife and dislodge his unfortunate little corpse.

Haha. Weep. Ha.....ha.