before we left canada we shipped four large rubbermaid containers to france. inside these metre long containers are literally all we have left of our belongings, minus some boxes in the -in-law's basement and what clothes i could fit in our suitcase and carry-on items.
we shipped them on august 3rd with the intention of them arriving in marseilles on sept. 1st. it is now sept. 2oth. are our things, my favorite things in the world, in our possession? the answer to that question is obviously no as i would not be writing this post if the answer was yes. instead iwould be hurriedly junking the junk left in our apartment and replacing it with my own precious items.
so what happened? well first of all there was a container strike in vancouver in the weeks before we left. it ended before we departed, but guess what? there was a back-log of items waiting to leave. so our stuff waited too. then when while tootling around russia we found out that our stuff was finally on it's way and would arrive on sept. 17th.
so the last few weeks we have been tracking the slow-moving ship that has my books, scrapbooking stuff, lots of kitchen stuff, warmer clothes, pictures etc., etc. henri and i would say to each other that somewhere in the atlantic is our garlic press when i was painstakingly chopping up stupid little pieces of garlic. or when i finished my last english book, i thought to myself, "only a few more days and i will have more to read."
that was before we found out that there was another strike in montreal and our stuff sat at the port there and thus missed the boat, quite literally, in new york city. so the boat we had been following through the atlantic did not have our containers on it. we have been told that our updated possible arrival date is now oct. 1st.
in the whole scheme of life, what with hurricanes and patricia arquette's bad emmy hair, not to mention this freak show, i have a lot to be thankful for. at least i have a roof over my head full of nice hair. i just want my stuff to get here so i can feel like i really am living here. and i'm tired of using pots and pans that do not have handles. what is up with that? is that a french thing? sammy, is this normal? now that i am segueing (yes, i know that word looks strange, but it is really how you spell it) into whining, i will take my leave.
and no jokes about hearing that a ship sank in the atlantic. i can only take so much. whanh, whanh.