We’re here–finally!

Yes, after 30 days of humping, grunting, toting that box and lifting that whatchamacallit we (meaning mostly my wife while I watched the quilt shop) have cleaned and closed out the old apartment and moved the last bit of dust stuff to the new (old) house, garage and the largish tool shed. For just us two, who are not exactly young and in fine shape, with a bit of help from the family one weekend, it’s a bloody record.

Now we can take our time unpacking all the boxes, deciding what stays and what get puts aside for a yard sale later on. Our first deadline is to get at least one side of the dual bay garage cleared out so Laurie can get her car inside before the snow flies. Her car rusts faster than mine you see and needs to stay out of the winter weather.

The other item that needs to be attended to is to find the table saw that was supposed to be left within easy reach but was instead buried amongst boxes and behind an old wood stove in the tool shed by an over zealous moving crew. Things need building.

Other than that, besides being completely exhausted and aching  everywhere, we’re pretty happy. Now for some breakfast on the deck where we can watch the birds flit about the trees and listen to the river flowing among the rocks across the road.

Ah, life is good.

Note: We had to switch Internet providers which is one of the reasons there haven’t been any posts of late. The other reason, of course, is we were moving. Have a grand day.