This will be the last post of the sordid details of our recent house sale/relocation. We are nearing the end of the process, and I’m sure that you’re tired of hearing about it at this juncture. Prolly not as tired as we are of living it, but so be it. This last weekend has us tackling the bottom floor. The den had achieved a manageable state, but the garage was frankly a disaster. My office is transitioning back to full time in a week or two, so this was the last time I will be able to take time off to wrap things up, so I did that taking off…

After the movers left, there were boxes literally everywhere. All three floors, covering virtually all the open floor space. Here is the space between the kitchen and dining room…. Needless to say this was a bit overwhelming, but you know the saying, right? “How do you eat an elephant?” “One bite at a time”…. Anyway, we began the process of opening and unloading the boxes. On Wednesday, we had a short morning of it and then went to the old house in the afternoon for a final clean-up. Meghan came by and we all said our farewells’ to the house with our cars loaded to the gills with stuff the…

After weeks of buildup, packing, unpacking, taking boxes to the townhouse, stress, exhaustion, etc., moving day arrived yesterday at 8 o’clock in the way of 2 big honkin’ trucks and 5 strapping young men from Campbell moving. They wasted no time in getting moving and were amazingly efficient at their duties. All the furniture was wrapped in blankets, secured with tape and then hauled out to the truck to be expertly arranged. Melanie and I were amazed. The main floor was done around 10 and the difficult part, the downstairs area with the tools was completed around noon. I had gone to got us a sandwich from Santini’s around 11…