Not since I drank three cups of an herbal tea called Smooth Moves, having misread it as Smooth Moods, have I had so much moving activity going on. I’d be gulping Smooth Moves right now if it would aid with our move today, but I know better. That day, I found out the hard way that the moves in question centered around the bathroom.
It’s Moving Week at the Beach-House-Not-On-The Beach. I packed everything myself this time. The plan was to be merciless in getting rid of the games, books, and toys, the aunt’s china, our daughters’ little dresses, Good Egg Son’s school art projects….
Easier said than done.
In between packing, we thought we’d take advantage of our last week here by going to some of our favorite restaurants. It was also a necessity, since the first thing I did was to pack everything that involved cooking or eating at home. It’s off-season, so traffic is light now and there’s no waiting for a table. Nevertheless, even our eating-out plans ran afoul.
In a beach town, all the renovations and repairs are done during the “off” season. Believe it, honey. Things were definitely “off” this week.
The first day, we went to Dockside, a favorite restaurant on the Intracoastal Waterway. It was warm enough to sit outside on the deck. We could have, I suppose, but not if we wanted food. They were closed for remodeling. The owner lamented his timing; he’d chosen a week that the temperatures rose into the 70’s.
On the day we drove downtown to eat at one of the River Walk restaurants and watch the sun set over the Cape Fear River one more time, we discovered that the city had closed the street and were digging up the cobblestones to work on the pipes underneath. Everything was closed.
We ran errands one afternoon, skipping lunch, and stopped at a restaurant we’ve always enjoyed in the Historic District. They turned us away; we were too late for lunch, too early for dinner. Humiliating, indeed, to be earlier than the Early Birds.
We saw on the local news that they are filming Revolution in the downtown area and some additional streets were closed for that. The city is so accommodating that it turns off the streetlights for the production when necessary. Eating downtown sounded very complicated. We scratched that off our list.
Yesterday, the day that the Salvation Army was coming to pick up our offerings, the day dawned bright and warm. Perfect! Until, that is, we walked out to our driveway and saw this:
To say that the Homeowners Association is working on the ponds is an understatement. They are dredging the pond behind our neighbor’s house to the left of us and have a second crew draining and filling in the pond behind the houses to the right of us. That stinky pond water they’re draining is running downhill to the storm sewer. We, of course, are downhill, so there is a scummy lake in front of our house.
With the temperatures in the 70’s, we decided to eat our final meal out here on the pier at Oceanic, a beachfront restaurant known for its food and its views.
The trip over the bridge took some time. It seems they’re working on the drawbridge, which necessitated closing a lane or two.
They were open, but eating on the pier was definitely out of the question. The large crane and all the equipment was part of a project to expand the pier six feet on either side.
We sat in the bar area which overlooked the pier. On the beach, the parasailors and surfers were out in full force and women dared to drag out bikinis to jump-start their tans.
This was the view from our table:
It cracked me up to see that giant crane and heavy equipment working atop the pier, while underneath the pier, men on wooden ladders banged away with hammers.
We returned home to finish our packing, weaving through the maze of trucks, rocks, and icky water. We turned on the TV weather. We were hoping for more warm temperatures. Nope. Chilly temperatures and rain in the late afternoon-a 90% chance.
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Today is the big day. We have the contractor here doing touch-up work involving power tools… the bulldozers across the street, hauling pond dirt… water swirling down the street… landscape crews spreading pine needles.. and the movers loading the truck. Oh yes, I should mention that it’s garbage pickup day.
The guys will load the truck in Wilmington and unload it in Charlotte on the same day. It’s sunny here right now, but DB checked the prediction for Charlotte’s weather: two inches or so of snow or frozen precipitation is expected later today.
Has anyone read the Swarming Locust report?