The countdown is just about a month and we will be moving into our new apartment. in Marshfield.
I do believe I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
My problem is trying to maneuver around the house, it is almost like a tunnel, what with the mountain of boxes that are beginning to pile up all over the house. The walls are bare, the shelves are bare, in fact it doesn't really look like our house anymore.
Last weekend son Rob and his family came up and helped us all weekend. Much was accomplished. This weekend grandson Kurt and family came up to help. What a difference having some young blood to help us.
We ole timers, in other words senior citizens, don't seem to move very fast or accomplish much, but those young whippersnappers, make it seem so easy and really are movers and shakers.
Each time family comes up we have piles of "stuff" that we try and foist off on them.
Sometimes they are nice and accept things and say mucho thanks; other times they very politely say "we just don't have room for any more "stuff."
We understand that, can't blame a person for trying. "specially" when we have so much to get rid of.
Bob is in the process of trying to clean out his shed. Pack up the "good stuff" and toss the other stuff into the trailer to be taken to the dump.
Last weekend he and Rob took a load to the dump, and this weekend he and Kurt have it almost full again. Plus at least once or twice a week we take the car trunk full to the Thrift Shop.
I can't believe that I actually chose to collect all that stuff over the years.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that all of the things (stuff) that I am planning on taking will be more than the apartment can hold. I will just keep my fingers crossed hoping against hope that it will all fit. Dreamer that I am.
We have a variety of closets here, 10 to be exact. The apartment will have two. Even though I have taken loads of clothes to the thrift shop, I know that what I plan on taking will never fit into two closets.
I also have gotten rid of tons of books, and still have many boxes of books that I can't seem to live without. For some reason I just can't seem to part with them.
They are like old friends, and you can't get rid of tried and true friends.
I am sure you all are tired about hearing about our move, but it seems to be the only thing on my mind for the past several months. So please bear with me, it will be over soon.