If We Were Having Coffee – June 7/201: Guest Post : The Move

The Great Move

Afternoon Tea on the Move

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul; I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow has put out the cushions on the chairs and set the table under the canopy so we can have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well, I finally moved this week and I am pleased. After a year of a leaky ceiling – management truly did exert themselves trying to fix it by patching then replacing the roof, the gutters, the flashing and so on – I have gotten a new apartment in the same complex. This one is bigger and newly renovated with a new counter and fridge and stove and, best of all, they gave it to me at the same price – I guess as a reward for my patience with the leaky ceiling.

Yup just about like this

The move itself was rather hard to get started –it has been eminent and delayed for a month now as the manager had promised to get me some help and other things kept popping up. I was in no position to complain as he was giving me help and the new apartment was a great improvement for the same price. I don’t walk very well, so navigating the stairs was not doable for me alone. The move was just a few buildings down and could be done through the back doors of the units as they share a parking lot at the rear. Ray is the handy man that the manager was going to get to help – and although Ray is a great guy, he is not enamored of work and I suspect he was delaying the move by telling Mark (the manager) that he was too busy. Anyway I have been preparing for this move for a month so most of my belongings were in bags and boxes piled on the floor waiting to go. It was getting annoying living out of the boxes but I was cool hoping the outcome would justify the patience. Rushing them could easily be counter productive – pissing off the handyman is not a good thing to do.

Would you like another cuppa while we chat? Perhaps a sweet? So finally Wednesday afternoon, Mark came to me and said we would make the move on Thursday, but he could not give a time. He asked to see my room to see what repairs had to be done and he frowned when he saw all the boxes and bags. He sternly told me I would have to keep the new apartment much cleaner. I reminded him that all the cupboards and dressers and cabinets were all empty because he had been promising to move me for a month. I had washed and waxed the floor just a few days previous and since then it had rained and dirty water had poured in through the ceiling. I had mopped it up, of course but the floor looked dirty. This was fine, so I made sure I would be in all the next day. I had dialysis Wednesday night so I was late getting home and then could not sleep, so I worked on the computer. One of the guys in my building – Steve – had been kind enough to volunteer to help, so I let him know it would be Thursday. I awoke at noon on Thursday, got dressed and made sure all the daily stuff was boxed up and sat down to wait. It was a nice day so I had the back door open a few inches for air circulation and was working on the computer. Steve called wondering about the move time and I told him it was up to Mark and I’d call him as soon as it was a go.



At 4 pm Mark called out to me from the back door and asked where I had been that morning when they had wanted to move me at 9 am. I said I had been in bed asleep and apparently had not heard the knock. I told him I had had my phone on beside the bed waiting for him to call. Ray (the handyman) insisted he had knocked at the back door and then at the front door and there was no response – yeah, right, the door had literally been open all afternoon and Ray spends most of his day going to and from the storage areas in back. So, Mark said it was too late to move that day and we would have to reschedule. AAAARGH! I pointed out that everything was ready to go and it would only take a short time to move it. Perhaps we could do it now? He said they couldn’t but he would give me the key and I could move lighter things at my own convenience. That was all I needed. I asked if I could stay in the new apt that night and he said it was mine effective immediately. I told him that Steve and I would move and I would text him when we were done. So I called Steve, told him what was happening and he was eager to get started. When Steve arrived, we went to the new apartment and decided where the bigger items would be positioned. I told him that I would pass him down the boxes from the back steps and he could carry them and pile them at the base of the stairs at the new apt. Then I would go over and we would pass them up into the new place. He seemed relieved that the plan meant no one had to traverse the stairs with boxes. Steve had just carried the first box over and I was passing him the second when a passer-by stopped to say hello.

Apparently, Nicholas – as Steve introduced him – was a friend of Steve’s. He asked if we needed help and I eagerly accepted. Nicholas (who I found out is from Gaspe – a remote part of eastern Quebec) pitched right in and he and Steve carried while I passed them the boxes and bags and lamps and chairs. Then while I was cleaning the old room, they carried out the heavier pieces that needed two people to move. With those in place at the new apt, the three of us passed all the boxes and bags from the ground into the apartment.

In an hour we were done and I texted Mark that were all finished and that I would drop the keys in the office mail slot. I’m still putting things away and organizing, but I am so happy that the move is done and I am in my new place. I Googled “Free image of Apartment Moving” and this is one that came up.




It never ceases to amaze me how giving people are. First of all, Mark was willing to give me a bigger and newer apt for the same price – he made sure it was on the first floor so I could walk in easily. He also offered help when he had no obligation to do so. Steve offered his help to move and remained patient and dedicated even when the time kept changing. Steve actually got a new cell phone this month and made sure I had his new number so I could contact him when needed. Then Nicholas, who I didn’t even know, came upon us moving and just started to help without even being asked. People can be so On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

Bears Having Tea in Their New Apartment


And of course  the


over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

Stream Of Consciousness Saturday. Imformation

The  darkness was complete  and immediate as  was  the  silence. I  was  suddenly  alone  and  cold  so  cold. “This  way ” said  a  soothing  but  firm voice ,  I  could not be  sure  if  it was  a male  or  a female but  I  wanted  to  comply  and  at  once.

There  was a long  dim corridor with  innumerable doors stretching  to infinity and  yet  somehow  I  was  walking  along  with  the  gentle  presence, at  ease just  as if  I was  strolling  through  the  fields  near  home. After  a  while  we reached a  brightly  lit  office  the  walls  were  rainbow  coloured  and  covered  with monitors showing   a myriad  of  information not  unlike  a  CCTV control  room.

Entering  the office I  was immediately  struck again  by  a calm  restful feeling, a beautiful  person rose  from  the  desk  and  again  I  could not  determine what  sex  they  were. “Please  take  a seat , I  have  made  you a  one shot  black  American,  Ethiopian Blend, black. How  you had  the patience  to  order  that  every time   you  had  coffee out  is  beyond  me! ” Then  they  smiled  at  me, such  a  smile I had  ever  seen. I smiled  back  and hope it  pleased  them  as  much  as  their  smile  pleased  me.

I tried  my  coffee it  was  perfect. “Now” the  being  behind  the  desk  said , “You  have  a decision  to make, the  biggest  and most important  decision  ever. Please  think  hard  about  my  next  question  there is no need  to make  an immediate  decision you must  think  hard  as  there is no  changing  your  mind  once  the  decision  is made. ”

Sitting  there  sipping  my  coffee I  felt  calm and  relaxed yet  so tired. I looked  at  the   being  and  spoke  for  the  first  time ,”what  is  the  question”  I  was  a little  shocked  by  the  sound of  my  voice,  it was  strange,  as if  it  did not  belong  to  me . Reaching  across  the  desk  this  beautiful  being  touched  my  hand  and looked into  my  eyes  and  said.” You  are  on  the  cusp of  life  and  death , frozen  in  time . You  are  dead but officially  so,  yet. The  question is  do  you  want  to  die  now  and  cut  ties  with  everything  you hold  dear or  do  you  want  to  stay  here.”

I  should of  been  shocked,  I should of  been  galvanized  into action….. but  I was not. “Do you remember  what  happened ” asked  the being, here  let  me help you with  some information” waving  a hand over  my  head I  saw it  all. I  felt  the  pain  the  distress as I  fought  with  myself , I saw  the  wall I  felt  the urge  to  drive right into it . I saw  the dark  deserted  road  and my  car  smashed into the  wall and I saw  me in the  car  all bloodied  and still.” Can I  go  back , like  that  what lies  ahead  of  me ” The  being  smiled  I  cannot  answer  that , that is privileged information  . You  can  choose  to live  or  you can choose  to  die. Your  place set  you  either  take it  sooner or  later .” they  finished on a smile.

Seemingly  an eternity  passed as  I  thought  about  my  options, I  sat  there oblivious  of  the monitors or  the  being  moving  around  the  office. There  was no  rush  or  urgency , no  pressure. ” I do not feel ready  to  come here yet” I said , a fear  and hopelessness grabbed  me  as  the  words  left  my  mouth. Taking  my  hand  again  the  being  whispered “One of us  will help  you along  and  more  than that I  shall not  tell”

It  came  to me in a flash  I wanted  to  go back  suddenly  it  was  so important   and it  was all I could  do not  to leap  from the chair. The being  must of  read  my  mind , “Are  you  sure”  they  asked  me. “Yes , Yes I  am , never  more so. I replied.

The  darkness was complete  and immediate as  was  the  silence. I  was  suddenly  alone  and  cold  so  cold. Then  there  was a light  and  the car  was  creaking . “We have  got a  live one  here  ” Shouted  a strong  and capable  voice  I check  her life  signs  take  down the  information…………

Information is key

This  is  part  of  Lindaghill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Today’s  prompt is : “information.”  Use it as your theme or use the word itself – it’s all up to you. Enjoy!

After you’ve written your Saturday post, please link it here at this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!

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