I Don’t Know
For the stalkers and the concerned who have been following my imminent move to Ireland, there have been developments.
Promised that confirmation would be received on Monday or Tuesday of all things shipping related, I wasn’t confident.
The confirmation never came, and being the unassertive type I also waited all day Wednesday before finally making calls on Thursday. I was assured that confimation and all necessary paperwork would arrive today - Friday.
And it did. Great. And then it was reconfirmed. Greater than great. And then it fell through. The first leg. Not delayed, but gone completely. And so was the back up, which strikes me as not much of a back up.
Anyway right now that means that the container that was coming to my house on Monday ready to be loaded with my life in cardboard boxes, is not only not coming but it doesn’t exist.
And that means, well I don’t know what that means. It could mean the farewell tour is extended. Or it could just mean a lot more headaches in the planned few days ahead.
But whatever it does mean it certainly means that I don’t know is the answer to most questions I’m being asked these days. I’m told I’ll be wiser come Monday. Faced with such a guarantee I think I’ll open a bottle of whiskey and trade in some brain cells.
For Irish KC readers it means that erratic posting will continue much longer than the originally planned end-date of Friday, August 31.
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
That’s a right pain in the proverbials. Or a pain in the right proverbial.
Although, I like erratic posting. It’s what I do myself.
They don’t want to let you go, Eolai, because their cool factor will drop significantly.
Don’t get too depressed surrounded by all the boxes. It gets to me something fierce.
Dude! So sorry about the move, but I agree with the others… they just can’t let you go yet. Of course, as a consolation, you do have the cutest dog on YouTube….