That would be this one.
You know, there’s a special kind of special about moving. This time we had movers and packers--
(unfortunately not this kind-
God I wish it would have been this kind….)
However, it was more like these guys
Only they (the movers, not the packers) had regular uniforms on and another guy came and checked on them. A random spot check.
I gave them glowing reviews even though the packers didn’t put down the red pads on the floor and I didn’t like their choice in music that much. Because they played their music. All day. Out of iPhones. Which really enhances the quality of bad music and made me want to poke my ears out with my knitting needles.
So, I gave them glowing reviews anyway until I realized, after they left with all my stuff that they broke my door.
-Look closer…..
Yeah, that had to be fixed.
There was also the issue of the mowers and the shattered window, the washing machine securers and the leaking washing machine connections, and, the topper which I had no one to blame but myself, the dropped iPhone in the toilet.
(Yes, the water was clean and no, I was not using said toilet at the time, I was cleaning it)
Martha came down on moving day and although I could only sit in a chair and stare off into the distance, she did a little cleaning for me.
That is dedication. She also accompanied me to Nordstrom afterward, which I’m not sure was so much dedication as our love of a good shop. And therapy. Moving therapy.
These are my suitcases lined up and ready to go. Bye house.
Out we go, and birdy too--
Last pictures before the furniture left us
(this is so out of order)
Our lovely old house. Sold.
And about this same time I took a walk because even though I was technically going insane, the flowers were blooming and it was time to stop and smell them.
Or at least photograph them.
See the tree flowering in the distance??
How’s about some daffodils…
Trees flowering close up…
These flowers were in my front yard--
And these were in the back yard
The pig stayed.
And that’s what happened during the first week of April and why the blog got so delayed.
I’ve barely recovered.
Lastly, this is what my coworker had for lunch one day.
Because it’s my blog, that’s why.
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