We’re still in the process of upheaval, but we’re getting there, and Lord willing I’ll actually have something fun to share. We’ll be giving up some wonderful things, but getting something in return.
For one thing, we’ll no longer be enjoying the greenhouse. But that’s OK – we’ll learn container gardening, a whole new avenue for us. And we’ll have no guest room, but I’ll have my own sewing room…no more sharing the corner of our bedroom. And honey will no longer have that huge shop, completely filled with … uhm … stuff. But he will have a very small workroom all his own. We’re both excited and nostalgic at the same time. Oh. Wait. How can you be nostalgic about something that hasn’t even happened yet?
The moving sale was somewhat underwhelming the second/third day, but rather like a melee the first day. I was on the verge of singing a line from an old song on Sunday, slightly altered to fit the situation…”Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down. My yard’s got a sale in it, and it might drown.” OK, so I won’t feed my family by rewriting old songs – but you get the picture.
Well, off to earn enough money to feed the family, using a slightly more productive method. I’ll be back, with pictures, I hope! Look for me around the middle of July or thereabouts. I’ll be the one all bent over under the load of fabric and carrying a sewing machine in each hand.