I thought briefly of offering some of gain from the Dixon sale to pay off all or part Ron’s long-term credit card balance.
Then I tried this morning to navigate around his piles of junk in the porch and garage to find the Little Green and the shop vac and thought better of it.
I paid a fortune to move to Williamstown, and it shouldn’t have been necessary for a lot of reasons, one of which is the amount of useless stuff that Ron has insisted on hauling from one place to another for years.
We filled three floors of Dixon, something I hadn’t even thought of when I shopped for a new place to live. The square footage of Henderson is theoretically 75% larger than Dixon (1463 square feet versus 832), but it isn’t enough to fully accommodate all of “our” possessions.
The main reason that the move was so expensive, though, is that I made the mistake of hiring a company that employs a lunatic to manage our move. And that one’s on me.