Our stuff is here! It arrived the day before yesterday at around 2 PM. Instead of three Mexican guys, it was two white guys with what I’m guessing was a Mexican woman. She was fascinated with all the lanais, lol, and asked if it got cold here. So she’s definitely not from around here or very familiar with the US. She lives in Fresno.

One of the guys was sweating profusely. It was understandably hot and humid but totally disgusting the way he was letting his sweat drip all over our stuff. Really hope he didn’t have Covid!

While it’s exciting to get our stuff, I’m totally pissed off by all that was broken, and we haven’t been through everything yet so there could be more stuff broken that we don’t know about, or even missing seeing that they gave us a couple of boxes that belonged to two different people. One was a cheap desk lamp and another was a Spiderman wall scone.

They broke some mugs and some of my collectibles, but fortunately, I could fix all but one of the collectibles. Also, fortunately, the one that wasn’t fixable wasn’t all that important to me. I’m just glad we have glue because I’ve had to fix a series of broken arms, toes, and fairy wings.

In one of the totes, I had candles and the wax fucking melted all over shit. So much for a climate-controlled storage facility but that’s not where it would have gotten warm enough to melt and make a mess. It happened on the road.

I have much more to write about but time is limited because I have so much to do so I’ll save it for my next entry.