Well…we started moving this weekend. Ten small trips later, we still have half the house to move. Mike decided that it would be just as easy to move using the Land Rover, the car, and some friends. We have a small trailer that we used to load up the living room furniture, the beds, and a few other things before we were completely exhausted and ready for sleep.
So I am officially living out of two houses now—for a few days anyway.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the refrigerator and my medicine had made the trip today. At least I remembered my toothbrush. And my dogs.
Poor Cybil got very upset when we put her in the car. She didn’t stop panting until she was reunited with the other two dogs at the new house. I can only imagine where she thought she was going.
I’m going to have to make a list tonight so I know what I’m doing tomorrow. Today was far too unorganized for me. We didn’t even get started until almost two in the afternoon.
I’m sure I could go on about the crazy day I’ve had, but I really need to get a good night’s sleep so I can start again bright and early in the morning.
Wish me luck…and if you’re in the area, come and carry a few boxes, ok?
Until the next time…I’ll be moving!