It’s Sunday, the traditional day of rest, but we are still forging ahead with moving plans. They never take a day of rest.

After Earl returned from church, we dined on Rooster’s chicken for lunch. It’s an aberration in Earl’s

 … finish reading Day Twenty-Six

We’re still bringing items to our lockers, and today Earl accused me of “decorating” the lockers. The truth is, I am “organizing” them. There is a distinct difference.

Decorating is what you do to stamp your own personality on a

 … finish reading Day Twenty-five

This is the first day in memory that I haven’t visited our new home. Instead I visited the mother of a friend who is in an assisted living facility and learning to crochet. (To be grammatically clear, the mother is

 … finish reading Day Twenty-Three

If yesterday was Locker Day, today was Tile Day.

Finally met Tim, who is installing our ceramic tile and hardwood flooring. I was paranoid about these installations because we had a horrible, terrible, incompetent, uncaring person install the tile

 … finish reading Day Twenty-Two

This was Locker Day.

The one thing about our new home is that it is sparse in terms of storage. There are even two rooms that have no closets. So, Earl and I have rented a couple lockers at

 … finish reading Day Twenty One

I’m rethinking some recent decisions. Like the one I made to purchase various furniture items for the new home before we moved in. And the one about wanting a Blackberry®. And maybe even the one about buying a refrigerator for

 … finish reading Day Twenty

As Earl watched the Chicago Bears trounce the Detroit Lions, I set about to make our home livable for the next five weeks, even though we have little furniture and many boxes. The construction of our next home won’t be

 … finish reading Day Nineteen

What the movers left behind could probably fill a one bedroom apartment, nothing larger. For me, it feels rather liberating to have sent so much clutter from my life. It’s not that I didn’t love the clutter – I certainly

 … finish reading Day Eighteen

It is two in the afternoon and the movers just left . . . promising to return in a couple hours for a second truckload. Who knew we had accumulated so much stuff in the almost ten years we’ve owned

 … finish reading Day Seventeen

It’s two minutes before midnight, and I’m winding down. My days are beginning to have a routine to them. In the morning, visit the new home site and make sure the electrician and the plumber are working according to plans.

 … finish reading Day Fifteen