Posted by: Bonnie Anderson | December 13, 2011

Waiting for The Call

My daughter is expecting her fourth child (my sixth grandchild).  Baby Girl should arrive in early April.  This post has nothing to do with that information.

I had been waiting for the call.  Would today be the day?  Is the delivery imminent?  Is it time to throw on my jacket and rush to meet the movers?

We got the call on Wednesday night – it looked like we’d welcome the arrival of Bob’s dad’s furniture on Thursday.  This had been a slow, painful delivery, but we were clearly in transition and the furniture should be popping out of the eighteen-wheeler into our awaiting arms in a matter of hours.

Thursday brought a few bumps on the road.  Transition slowed down and we didn’t get the call to claim our delivery until 3:00 in the afternoon.   Bob and I rushed to Longwood to meet the truck.  The truck was pulled alongside the road blocking traffic.  The driver informed us he could not pull into the Storage Facility where we had rented a unit.  We thought we were going to have to use forceps.

Instead, we had him follow us to Delivery Room #2 (the Assisted Living Facility), where he could more easily drive in and deliver our bundles of joy.  He pulled in, opened the door and suddenly we were all in labor.  The driver was traveling alone.  He pulled out the inventory and set the items for the storage unit to one side.  We called in a specialist (our son and his pick-up truck) to help with the delivery.  At this point there were five of us helping the driver.  We loaded Scott’s truck and my SUV with loot and shuttled it to the Storage Unit.

We were grateful for a cool day and grateful that Dad’s stuff had arrived.  Then we started counting – 10 fingers, 10 toes.  Not quite.  The recliner was only half there (kind of like the moving company).  Dad can recline, but he cannot sit.  The corner hutch was wrapped but the identifying tag was missing so we could not unwrap it to claim it.  It is currently touring Florida.  We think there is about a ten percent chance that we will ever see it again.

The bright side – It’s just stuff!  Dad is happy and even excited to go buy a new recliner.  It was an awesome opportunity to work together as a family.  Scott rescued us with his truck and got to visit his Grandpa in his new quarters.  I got a lot of exercise and a blog topic.  There is always something to be thankful for.

On a side note, as part of my effort to focus on what I can do and what I cannot this season, I have abandoned The 12 Posts of Christmas in favor of doing my regular type of blog posts.  I always hated that song anyway!



  1. Come on Bonnie don’t give up because of some DUMB moving van guy !

    F I V E H E L P I N G P E E P S

    Four Calling Folks

    Three Days of Prep

    Two moving vans

    And a picture with a non-celebrity

    You’re almost halfway there.

    • Where were you when I needed you this morning? See, we do need to spend more time together!

  2. Thank you for all the work on dad’s behalf. what a funny post! Thanks for brightening my day.

    • My pleasure. I just took my parents to visit him and we all had lunch together. Bob got a call from the mover and the missing 2 pieces will be on my doorstep in about an hour. Hooray!

  3. So glad your Dad will be able to SIT!!! I burst out laughing and Robert wanted to know what was so funny…. So I read him your post. We do sympathize with the moving pain. Wishing you all a peace filled Christmas!

    • Thank you, Lori. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas as well. God bless you and Robert.

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