Scenes of Moving

Our big move to New Orleans is in full swing. I briefly considered not going through with it, though, after I saw the state of my house after we were through with our preparations.

This is probably the cleanest it has ever been. I kid you not.

We did so much work before listing the house, and I really hope our efforts pay off. Kenny pressure washed the entire exterior and built brand new front shutters to replace the rotting old ones. He also cleaned out and straightened up the garage. (I truly wish I had taken a “before” picture. Wow.) I cleaned and polished all of our kitchen appliances, vacuumed all of the blinds (man, were those dusty), and cleaned all of the baseboards and floors.

(I have decided that I want to pretend we’re moving again and thus do this same kind of deep cleaning once every two years or so. What a HUGE difference it makes.)

Kenny’s parents came over to help us out last weekend, and we couldn’t have gotten everything done without them. They assisted with the shutter project, cleaned the walls and patched all of the holes, and, perhaps most importantly, helped take care of Riley. They also graciously brought their trailer and took away an entire load of stuff we didn’t need here anymore.

Thank you both so, so much!

Riley has also been a big help to his dad and me. He packed up all of my books with me, and he assisted Kenny in fixing the floor outside of his bedroom. I’m quite certain those tasks wouldn’t have gotten done without him.

 

Oh, and he also took a short break to watch a Baby Einstein DVD. He felt he deserved it after all of his hard work. (Note his favorite toy, never too far away from him.)

And of course we still set aside some time outside every afternoon. It was the right thing to do, for both our sanities. Even if it meant me sitting on our front lawn, not yet having showered for the day, still in the t-shirt I slept in, and my hair a wreck.

Such is my life these days.

 

I did find a few hours one day to escape for a little get together with Gabe and Gaye, two of my old co-workers from the Center. We went to Another Broken Egg for lunch and had such a great time catching up. I miss those two ladies very much, and I truly hope the three of us keep in touch.

And now, if you will, please take a look at the picture below:

Each of those carefully wrapped, newspaper-covered objects is a pint glass, part of Kenny’s ever-expanding collection.

My husband has a sickness.

Please help me.