Cliff and his brothers left for Wisconsin Friday morning around 8 A.M. They arrived at their destination twelve hours later, loaded up all Rena's stuff, and headed right home with no sleep. It was not an uneventful trip home, but the story of the road trip will be better told by Cliff, if I can pin him down long enough to tell it. Let's just say things did not go smoothly.
Rena, of course, is not only physically, but emotionally exhausted. She has fine furniture, and she left behind a nice house. Our old two-story house is not so nice. Her huge bed takes up most of the bedroom Cliff and I shared for over thirty years. There's really no place for her exercise equipment and tanning bed.
However, it's a port in a storm. It's a place for her to camp out while she gets her GED and looks for a job. Once the divorce is final, she'll have funds to go house-hunting if she so desires... and she most likely will so desire.
Oh, if you wonder why we didn't just take the furniture into the house instead of piling it in the shop, it's because Cliff's brother Don still had four hours to drive, and that was the quickest way of getting stuff unloaded so he could leave.