The move happened last weekend. And happened. And happened. And happened. You don’t move twenty years of your life from one place to another without a good deal of angst, pain, tears, sore muscles, and feet that ache up past the ankles!
Some of the boxes
To make the move more interesting, the AC at the lakehouse went out. Yes, it’s still spring in Texas and we’re not having heat in the nineties yet, but even at 86 degrees with high humidity, doing hard physical labor (which is what moving is, unless you pay someone else to pack for you) is brutal.
Charley wanted to make sure we didn’t leave him.
Last week I wrote about how hot and miserable I got on our trip to Fort Davis & Marfa, Texas. Well, that was nothing! I wasn’t lifting, shoving, carrying like I did this past weekend and in fact this whole week.
And all the decisions! Oh my gosh. Do you give it away, sell it, for how much, keep it and if so where? This move is about downsizing and some of us get that better than others of us. And to be fair, some of us don’t have as much time to make those decisions as others of us.
Unpacking at the lakehouse
Technology! You know this is not my strong suit. We haven’t had TV since Thursday only getting Direct TV reconnected yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon. (Somehow my workers covered up all the connections. I didn’t notice it until the TV was being set up on the hearth!) The Hot Spot is working, but the big computer isn’t connected yet. Lots of my pics are there. There won’t be any call to action at the end of this post. That is saved on the hard drive of the Dell.
Poor Bob spent more than 2 hours on Tuesday talking to AT & T in various parts of the country. He just wanted to end the connections at our city house. Doesn’t seem like it should take so long. And I’ve still got to contact the security folks who’ve done the cameras on our house. We’re leaving them at the house, but don’t need them on our phones any longer. It was so fun when we were in Fort Davis to check on the house to see our nephew and son-in-law were moving Auntie’s china cabinet out of the house.
Basically, we’ve still got too much stuff for our smaller house. Hopefully, the garage will get fixed quickly and we can move “stuff” out of storage to the garage. Or we can get rid of even more of it.
Salvation Army came to the city house Wednesday morning. What super people. The dining room was packed with boxes, plus a desk and two tall bookcases. Later this week, our SIL Kevin will help us move the garage stuff to the lakehouse, storage, Goodwill, or the dump.
All of our kids have been incredibly helpful through all of this, and we couldn’t have pulled it off without them.
Charley has been a trouper, too. His way of dealing with the chaos is to hunker down.
Last night it was awfully nice to drop my hot, tired, aching feet into the lake
Still a lot of boxes, but we’re making progress.
I’m looking forward to about 3 to 4 weeks out when I think I’ll have things mostly settled, and I’ll be able to get back to THE THEATRE, the next book I’m releasing. Fingers crossed for August.
I’m a writer and I haven’t done anything for over 5 months! This gnawing in my insides is growing. Must get back to writing.
Thanks for staying with me through-out this spring. We’re about to get things on more of an even keel.
Share you’re moving experiences. Love to hear from you.