It’s funner than a broken foot. I know.
I must clarify what Quilter Girl posted yesterday. She seemed to think I started packing too early. Silly girl! Today we packed like prairie dogs and finally are… pretty much… ready for the movers tomorrow. How do prairie dogs pack?
And between you and me, QG has a lot of fabric!However, I must admit it works great for wrapping glass objects.
And of course, the Big Machine must be disassembled and hauled downstairs.
Last night our good friends Keith and Melody had us over for the Last Supper. And brace yourself: She took our plants. Incredible. Those plants will actually live and perhaps even thrive. While the plants live under our care, it can’t be credited with much more than survival. I think the plants got a much better deal than the dog. I just hope none of the plants try to blog. Too weird.
It’s like a game of Tetrus. Remember stacking the blocks? Now we stack with moving boxes. Heavy ones low, lighter and smaller as we rise, and bags of fabric fill in the top.
|This trip better be great. It takes a lot of sacrifice and struggle to pull it off.|
Tomorrow the movers bring their truck, load it here, and take it to the big trailer, shifting their load into it.
It’s going to be a lot of fun.
More fun than a broken foot.