We are in the last week of our moving period and you are right if you guessed that it’s nutso around here. Things are picking up speed and getting faster and faster by the minute. Most of our things are packed up, there’s hardly any food in the house, we have aches and pains, the cats are confused and we’re chomping at the bit. On Tuesday we take possession of our new home and a few days after that this house is no longer ours. And we have paperwork to prove it. Thursday we went to see our lawyer and he had gazillions of documents for us to sign. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But only by a gazillion or two.
It’s amazing how little you can live with. Now that our stuff is boxed up, we’ve discovered that we need very few things to get through the day. And we haven’t missed a thing. When we start unpacking in our new place, there’ll be a lot more
Remember when I wrote about going to the dentist last week to get my teeth cleaned? Well, I did go. And it wasn’t a very pleasant visit. My regular dental hygienist is on maternity leave and they scheduled me with a young woman that I’d never dealt with before. I think she stabbed my gums about 6,329 times. I know this because I counted. Some dental hygienists have a gentle touch. This isn’t one of them. When she finished
That’s it for now. Today I’ll be spending the day packing up loose ends. And because this post should have been written and shared yesterday, I’ll be convinced that it’s Friday! First world problems...
Happy weekend, everyone.