Andrew, my strong, manly grandson, agreed (after I said I would do the dishes, his job) to help me move couches. I had no other volunteers! With only one injury to myself, we traded couches and rooms and moved one desk...the rest I could manage after I ice-packed the outside of my wrists from being slammed in a rock wall while carrying one end of an eight foot couch, but, by golly, it is moved. Today the swelling is almost gone as I prepare for work.
My room is finished except for removing one coffee table. The dining room and the den look like a tornado has hit them but, maybe, tonight, or maybe not, I will finish and finesse. I worked until almost eleven PM to finish my room. That is not late by most standards for one who goes to bed with the chickens, that is late!
Bev returned to box some clothes Andrew has parted with so the leaving the house forever pile is growing!!!! Yipee!
At almost ten, Andrew got a call to go to Silver Dollar City with his life-long friend, Dalton, who moved away a few years ago. So in the middle of all my chaos, hubby (Where the hell is Harrison?) and Andrew plan a road trip. Bag must be found, unpacked (still packed from church camp) and repacked for a few days with Dalton. They must meet the family about two hours away so they have departed, Andrew, thrilled, hubby not so much. Andrew will only be gone a few days since he has musical and football obligations. The parting line I heard was, Dalton will probably be coming home with us for a couple of weeks...ekkkk! Dalton's a good young man, but, after all, one more is one more.
All in all, it was a successful weekend, by my standards. Computer room reorganized and cleaned (with Bev's help), seamstress repairs completed, one room finished, laundry done, and four boxes and a table waiting to be carried to the shop...out of here forever!
I did not turn into a wonderful house wife over night, it was just too darned hot to work outside, (103) where I would have preferred to be.
