Moving Eve
Moving Day is at hand. Well, near enough anyway. I've been hauling stuff over in the Rendezvous all week to try and cut down on the volume to be shuttled on moving day, but holy cow, do we have a lot of crap! Figuratively and literally thanks to the dog (whose name is now Pippin, by the way) and his acting out. Heath and I spent all day packing boxes and I think we have most of the challenging stuff done. I've given up on trying to sort as I pack. My new plan is to sort while I unpack. Ha ha. At least I have goals.
I am such a mess from everything we've done so far. I'm covered in paint and there's a nice bruise on my forehead from where it met with the dashboard while I was trying to reach my ringing cell phone. Not my most graceful moment, but as I was not the one driving I was unaware of the oncoming dip in the road. It's actually kind of funny to me now, except when I touch the spot with my fingers when I'm trying to brush the hair from my eyes. This is my life.
I tried to get some pictures of Mama Duck and the Nine Ducklings today, but as I wasn't sneaky enough going out the back, the kids followed me and scared them upstream. It's too bad she's afraid of me (the kids I can understand) because I can totally relate to having my young follow my every move. We can relate. I'll just keep leaving bits of seed and bread out for them and hope they keep coming back. They've been here everyday so far. Now, if I can just keep the kids from trying to catch them...
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