Drizzle
Well we are moved into the new place. That is, we sleep here amidst what seems like hundreds of boxes and piled up junk while still trying to scour clean the old house. Can I just please reiterate how much I hate moving. I mean, really I like change. I like living in a new neighborhood and house, but I hate the burden of my posessions and all the back and forth..
I wish I had maybe just four boxes and everything I owned fit into them. Is that a realistic goal?
Today we had a yard sale and made fifty dollars. Nothing great but better than nothing.
I'm ready to grasp spring and summer by the horns. But they don't seem quite ready to get out and play. The winds are chill and raw, the skies gray, the little yellow flowers on the hills hesitant to fully emerge. But I did see a crow collecting fuzz for its nest. And the prairie dogs are poking out their heads. Grill smoke in the air.
I wish I had maybe just four boxes and everything I owned fit into them. Is that a realistic goal?
Today we had a yard sale and made fifty dollars. Nothing great but better than nothing.
I'm ready to grasp spring and summer by the horns. But they don't seem quite ready to get out and play. The winds are chill and raw, the skies gray, the little yellow flowers on the hills hesitant to fully emerge. But I did see a crow collecting fuzz for its nest. And the prairie dogs are poking out their heads. Grill smoke in the air.