My advice to you is not to plan a move at the end of summer. Everyone is on holidays and things are delayed. The specialist was on holidays, and now he's backlogged with work. I won't get an answer from him for a few more days. I am waiting on the auction house to tell me when they'll have two guys back on staff to come move the furniture out of dad's apartment, as they're on holidays. The building manager in dad's building is away, and he's the one who manages move in and move outs. (He has to put up the blankets in the elevator whenever furniture gets moved in and out. Oh yes, the complex layers this move is taking on, I ought to write a book!) Come on people! I have a life to get on with. I can't sit around, waiting for you to take your annual holidays!
Right now I am averaging three emails/texts/Facebook messages/inquiries a day as to what our plans are. I don't know! I suppose it's my fault for saying anything in the first place. When you get asked the question, "When are you moving your dad into a home?" I started responding, "We're researching the option of moving to Australia," to put them off. That, however, has launched a whole other series of questions. Not more than once, I've thought of retaining the services of a PR firm. Someone to field all the questions and comments!!
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
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