I'm back! And in between the wild and crazy moving (on one of the hottest, most humid days of the year) and unpacking and returning for two extra carloads of stuff which even that great big truck couldn't accomodate, well, I missed you. A lot.
But Tom and I and all our assorted junk are in our new little house and happy, happy, happy, though tired, tired, tired. What a wild ride was Moving Day! (Did I mention the extreme heat and humidity?) And oh! Those poor movers. All three of them brought no extra water or lunches(!) They said they never bring a lunch, which sounds kinda like either slave labor to me or foolishness. I mean a 10 or 11 hour day with no food? I know they get an hourly rate and their customers want to get the most from their money, but hey... Anyway, Tom and I bought them (and us) cokes and pizza and made sure the guys had water all day long. To us, that made more sense--keep your workers strong and even with a half-hour lunch break they'll still get way more done.
Oh and the best thing about Moving Day? Around 6 o'clock when Tom and I were starving, exhausted and drenched with sweat (each smelling like a crowded gymnasium), our lovely realtor-friend, Cher, brought us a whole dinner! Oh my goodness, I nearly cried. She'd made a large pan of ziti (which we ate for days), and included an amazing salad, some sourdough bread and cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Oh, oh, oh..... truly, one of the kindest things anyone has done for us in a long time. Wow.
Well, there are myriad more details of our return to suburbia, but I'll save them. I just wanted to let you know I'm back online (as of 15 minutes ago) and already loving this new life, even though the little kitchen stair rail fell off the first day and our garage door got stuck the second day and even without having a refrigerator (we just have our small freezer in the basement) and a plethora of boxes, many of which must be lugged from the basement all the way upstairs to my attic room where I now write to you--even with all that--I still awake each morning feeling as though Christmas has arrived and hoping with all my heart that--if this is a dream--may it never, ever end.