Good grief, this has been the most tiring, stressful time I've had in ages. No wonder I haven't moved too often in my life!
Perhaps it's age-related, but with all different cabinets and cabinet arrangements, I spend a great deal of time looking for ingredients I need to cook a meal. "Now where did I put that?" It's a question I ask myself constantly, and not only in the kitchen.
There are things I distinctly remember bringing from the other house, but I can't find them now. Our cell phone chargers, for instance. And one crisper drawer to my refrigerator. How do you lose something like that? Cliff finally found it on the wagon where we're putting stuff we're throwing away. Huh?
For about twenty minutes, I couldn't find Cliff's meds. It was time to fill his week-long pill-holder thingies, and for the life of me I didn't know where I put them. That could have gotten scary, but I found them in the first place I'd looked. I had simply missed seeing them.
The trailer house (that is my preferred term for my home) will eventually have a driveway and sidewalks and a porch and a deck. But right now, we have pasture and mud; it rains every day. So we really have no choice but to take our shoes off every time we come inside.
This is the first time I have had a chance to really sit down and make a blog entry, and it's just a drive-by. I hope everyone is having a lovely Memorial Day.