Moving Day

Well not exactly “Moving Day” nor “Moving Back Home” either. It’s like this – my boy is back! After 2 years in Rome, he is home. Sort of. A week from today he moves back out again into the parish where he will be living & working for the next year. But that’s not what this blog post is about. Oh, no. It’s about the boxes he had shipped from Rome to NY.

One of them made the trip rather well and very quickly. It made it across the Atlantic in 4 days and all in one piece. The second box, well that was another story. It arrived a couple of days behind the first box and I have to wonder how it ended up arriving at all:

See what I mean? It was filled with tons of music books. It was quite heavy. Apparently that cardboard box wasn’t quite as strong as Steve thought it was.

Once it was in the house and opened up, it fared even worse:

I’m not sure how the boy is going to get it up into his room. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Thus, it is sitting in my living room. I don’t think it will be leaving anytime soon. I’m thinking I should just get a tablecloth, throw it over the box & claim it’s an end table.

Did I mention he had the box filled with books? He also had some packing in there. Not ordinary packing you’d expect like bubble wrap or foam peanuts. Oh, no. He used dirty clothes. Which might have been okay if he had left out the underwear. And most of the dirty clothes are winter clothes, which makes one pause and ask, “Exactly when was the last time the boy did laundry?”

I’m not sure any of us want to know the answer to that question.