A week ago today we hauled the last of our possessions from our old house. I had wondered what might be the last item to leave the building, and it turned out to be some summer tablecloths that were hidden

 … finish reading Twenty-Seven Boxes

Done. Over. Finished. Accomplished. Completed. History.

Well, only the part about moving out . . . not the part about moving in. Our furniture is in place, and some of our artwork has found walls to hang on. Our garage

 … finish reading Day Sixty

It’s Friday the Thirteenth, but I’m not superstitious. At the same time, I did check the origin of the superstition in Wikipedia and learned it can be a day of either good or bad luck. It’s just that the bad

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Nine

I’m hiding in Panera’s Bakery taking advantage of the free WiFi, since our Internet connection at the new house is still five days away from going ‘live.’ I’m also hiding from the workers at our new place who are installing

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Eight

The cleaning crew is at our old house, wiping and erasing any trace that Earl and I once lived there. Hiring a cleaning service was one of the conditions we agreed to as part of the ability to stay in

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Seven

We are out – well, almost – of our old house and moving like brushfire into the new. No matter how organized you are, there comes a tipping point in moving where everything gets ahead of any well-thought plan. That

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Six

It comes down to this: our last night in our old home. The movers come tomorrow at 10 AM and begin the final disassembling of life as we knew it here.

It was a great life. Not necessarily filled with

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Five

It’s more of the same. More packing and tossing and packing and tossing. I guess that’s what happens when you’re moving from a big house to a smaller one. There are so many more decisions to make about what to

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Four

Today was Kitchen Move-In Day. Yesterday, Linda and Dave showed up, even though I’m sure they’re grieving the loss of their grandchild. Still, they came to work, and all I can assume is that work makes for solace in this

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Three

In the confusion called ‘Moving,’ death struck.

Brothers Mike and Dave have worked for us ever since we moved into River House. Now they’re working for us at our new home, which doesn’t really have a name yet. They’ve been

 … finish reading Day Fifty-Two