When the Best Laid Plans Go Very, Very Wrong.....

I always say if I liked doing push-ups and chin-ups more I could have had a stellar career in the military.  Some people would prefer to say I'm just a control freak.  I thought I had everything well in hand as the move, on the left coast at least, seemingly went like a dream.  Today the other shoe....and not a Manolo Blahnik.....fell.....and hard.  If you heard screaming and heads blowing off, it was from 15 Main Street.....aka Lucky Hill.

Our moving company had slotted our delivery window as June 25-29.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think the delivery would be LATER than that.  We've been calling Bekins since Monday trying to get an ETA on the delivery or at least an idea when the truck left California.  This afternoon we got the devestating news that the truck is still in California.  I'm trying to maintain some semblance of decorum, but beginning to fail miserably.  Dan has picked up the ball and taken to calling anyone and everyone he can within the Bekins organization in an attempt to resolve this situation. 

Castine is a seasonal community and there was no way humanly possible we could imagine NOT being open by July 1, let alone the July 4th holiday.  Sadly, it now looks like we will be lucky to receive our possessions by July 9.  Everyone in the Castine community has rallied behind us and offered assistance, aid, and woman-power to help get us up and running asap. 

Silver linings come hidden in many different cloaks.  While our movers have left something to seriously be desired, our new hometown has risen to the occasion and reassured us that our desire to settle here is without question.  We will keep you posted.  Please send positive thoughts and prayers.

On the moving truck....somewhere in California