Or as I like to call it, one more sleep.
I, who am not as spring a chicken as when last I wrote about not being a spring chicken, am not sure I can make it through the sleep. My cutie patootie has fizzled and my ankle is having a mid-life crisis or thinks it’s a tennis ball. All I know is it’s screaming at me to sit my big, fat patootie down. Uhhh, I’ll be so glad when I can. I’ll be so glad when we all can.
My Screaming Ankle
Needless to say, John, Sharon, and I have been especially hard at work the past two weeks readying Stella for our move as well as getting things boxed and packed up in our respective residences. Today we climbed to the precipice and tomorrow we’ll jump. At our ages we have to jump. Not a one of us could willingly get on our butts to slide down. Even if we fell and rolled onto our butts, we’d not be able to get up upon making it to the bottom.
My little sister, Peggy, her family, and a neighbor, Gene, helped Sharon move her furniture yesterday and today. They also helped us lay rugs and do various other things. We have much gratitude for their helping hands.
Our favorite sheets are washed. On Thursday and Friday last week, I gave a fresh press to other bed linens suitable for pressing. All sit in wait for the bed to be assembled tomorrow. Sharon’s freshly laundered bed linens are chomping at the bit to go onto her bed too. I hope we all sleep well our first night in Stella and all the nights thereafter. I’m pretty sure exhaustion is about to catch up with each of us and like I said, my ankle is screaming and so are my feet. I think John’s and my feet are screaming at each other and there’s no doubt our backs are having a ferocious shouting match. I believe the situation is worse than if my voices were talking to his voices.
Screaming Feet
From goldrattooth.com
The moving van arrives tomorrow morning and will return again on Tuesday. A semi could not maneuver Lou Lane so we have to be moved over a day and a half to two full days. Cable, phone, and internet will be connected tomorrow and the sound technician connects the sound systems. Our new family room furniture arrives on Tuesday or Wednesday — due to more rain in the forecast for Wednesday, I emailed a request to change delivery dates.
My husband, John, gets to meet Stella tomorrow. Wish some of MaryLisa’s ashes were here so she too could meet Stella. Many of her things are in the house; hopefully they will fit the bill.
Anyway, one more sleep.