Well, the moving van that was supposed to come a week ago came yesterday. That's a good thing, I was a little worried when they told me they were taking our stuff off to storage until a driver could be found. It became an even better thing when the moving company lady explained that we could be compensated $150/day for late deliveries. That would help. Then the van arrived.

"Wow," said the driver, Tom, "What a beautiful house!" He was looking at the sparsely-furnished but gleaming floors and the travertine wall by the fireplace, leading out to the lanai by the pool. OK, yeah, it did look pretty good. But that was before the truck started to unload...

"Wow," said unloader Rick, "What a great place, I could really see kicking back at the end of the day by that pool! Where do you want thing number 2,847,621?"

OK, he didn't really say that last part. But it felt like it...

Now the cool and wide-open space is beset with boxes. The surprising, the VERY surprising, thing is that the garage is not full of boxes, none of the rooms are precisely full of boxes, either. This place has more space than it originally seemed to.

And with all the boxes standing around, the one box that we need -- the PARTS BOX -- is somewhere we have not found. Yes, that box in which they put all the connectors that hold together furniture the movers took apart. That box. Is it among the myriad book boxes in the garage? Is it INSIDE something else???

We don't know. We can only seek -- and pray. Because if we do not find it pronto, we are going to have to go through ALL The stuff looking for that parts box. And despite the existence of open space in the garage, there are three hundred boxes of books (according to Driver Tom). To find the parts box, we might just have to shift them all...