We got everything moved last week, thanks to one last push by my parents, Josh and Patrick, two vans and a Scion XB (old style). My dad got the one set of bookcases up and now they're just waiting for the shelves. Hubby and I went out to Big Lots and picked up two five shelf bookcases that went up in the Gaming Room for more of his gaming books. We also have a couch, a loveseat, and a table big enough for eight people to sit around it. This table and accompanying chairs are up in the Gaming Room.
Patrick helped to greatly reduce the ivy in the back yard on Friday as well as helped clean the apartment more.
Last Wednesday, we bought a Kenmore washer and dryer which was delivered on Saturday.
But when the gents delivered it, it was discovered that the toilet in the downstairs bathroom/laundry room had backed up and overflowed. I confess, I panicked and was in a right state since I could also hear water dripping down in the cellar/basement. The gents got the washer and dryer hooked up, we called Rotor Rooter, and within a half hour, there was a plumber there wanting to know where the problem was. That helped my peace of mind greatly. It turned out that there was a clog in the pipe itself which was putting strain on said pipe and letting a trickle of water out of the seam. He cleared that out, and Hubby cleaned and Lysol'ed the floor. Later, my brother came over to change out the plug for the dryer because apparently we had a stove plug in the outlet instead of a dryer plug.
But things are slowly coming together. One reason I haven't been interested in
porn_battle. Moving apparently makes your muses hide for fear of being lost in transition. I have been trying to poke at various stories and such, but one has completely taken over, and it's strange and dark and I really need to start typing it up.