Well the day of the move has come and gone. As I packed for a solid day and a half, I often thought "where does all this stuff come from??". Then the move. The movers made every penny that I paid them. They had a piano and oodles of boxes to move.... and move stuff they did! Upstairs, down to the basement for storage, and heavy heavy antiques. I am so sore today, I think my back muscles are swollen! Even a hot bath in my "new" old clawfoot tub did not help.... is this a sign of age? Methinks it may be so.....
I am NEVER moving again if I can possibly help it. At least not an entire house!
The funniest part... R asked this morning (at 5:45am) if we could paint her room today. My answer, "see these boxes? When they are all emptied and the house is tidy... THEN we will paint." Her answer, "tomorrow then?". Ah, the optimism of youth.
