I have successfully moved 94% (give or take) of my shit into the new house. Not without travails. My first mover, who I called three fucking times over the last two months not to be too damn anal, was a no show. On Monday, I had to scramble, and I mean scramble, to get a mover that day. Nothing like a little pressure
I found a mover - All Movers - that came at 11:30 and did a great job. It was only 102 degrees Fahrenheit with about 100% humidity that day. It was like moving in a damn inferno.
On Tuesday, the electrician came who installed the two ceiling fans. One, a Casablanca Mission fan, just fucking rocks. It looks great and works great. The other is a Casa Viejo and I am much less enamored with it. It is not controlled by anything but chains, the secret codes to use it with a remote where no where to be found since the instructions SUCKED. They had one set of instructions for about 12 different fans. I would highly recommend Casablanca and I would not recommend the Casa Viejo.
Tomorrow, I get to screw with the shower plumbing. Hope I don't dork it up.