Last night, I looked at a recent doctor’s report. I was surprised to find, due to transcription error, I was either 8 or 80, neither of which is true. I marvel now, at almost 83, that I’ve survived my move but may not survive this aftermath.

A few examples:

I had to move a chair. Possibly for the fifth time. A recliner that swivels. At my former house, I looped two plastic jump ropes around the bottom ring, sat on the floor behind it, and tugged. But, lo, my jump ropes apparently did not make the move. But, in my brilliance, I thought of using an extension cord, unplugged, of course, because I’d seen a box of them in my storage closet. Sitting on my new (to me) laminate living floor, I pulled the cord about six inches at a time and finally got the chair out of the dining/living area down a ten-foot hallway to the carpeted bedroom.

But the felt pads on the ring did not move over carpeting. I made a note never to move that chair again. But with my brawn, I pulled, and pulled, two inches at a time, keeping my back straight like any good nurse, and got it across the room into a corner. Where it will stay. For now.

Then there’s address changes. USPS notified Verizon without me asking. First class mail will be forwarded for a year. But I just got a note from USPS warning me that their two months of forwarding magazines is almost up. I must stop everything now and think: What magazines do I even get?

Using scientific analysis, I have determined it takes 30 minutes to change my address for each business. You need to find the place online where you can change addresses which means that you need an account with them to begin with which means that you either must find that username and password or set up a new account. At minimum, I have a list of 40 businesses: 30 minutes times 40 addresses equal 1200 minutes, or 20 hours total.

Which is to say, two and a half days, minimally, of computer time. With breaks only to sleep. Forget eating, eliminating, or reading emails.

Another thing: a new kitchen sink was delivered last week which was too big for the opening, meaning another person had to come to make the opening larger before it could be installed. And new faucets for the bathrooms arrived without plates to cover the extra holes that showed up under the previous faucets. Who knew? The plates are being ordered. That will take only a few weeks. I can plan on a Christmas present!

It’s the little things like these that are keeping me unpleasantly busy in this aftermath of moving. This fun may be part of the reason you haven’t heard much from me. In addition, I’ve decided to take a break from my aftermath fun to go on a cruise. But stay tuned. I promise I’ll write again, once I’m on the high seas!

But wait, I just got a text requesting that Marv, my late husband, respond to it right away. Now how will I manage that?