We turned over the house this morning, and fully embraced our new state of mobile living. I found it interesting that I had no tears or sadness at leaving the house. I will miss the beautiful plants and trees we had there, and some special neighbors, but not the structure.
I went shopping for real food, anticipating with joy the opportunity to cook for the first time in 2 weeks. The confusion began when it was time to cook supper, and continued to bedtime. It went sort of like this: “Now where did I put…?”, progressed to “Honey, have you seen…?”, and deteriorated to “Where in the hell did I put…? Seriously – it’s only been a couple days since I put this stuff away. It seemed logical at the time. At the time, it also seemed like there might not be enough storage – and while this still seems true (since we are still unpacking), I am amazed at all the hidey holes in this place. The good news: we know where our underwear, deodorant, and toothbrushes are. Also, we know where Piper is. The rest is up for grabs.
We ended this “first and last” day by walking over to Lake Mitchell, sitting on a bench, holding hands and watching a magnificent sunset that Bill was kind enough to arrange for us. I hope we can find tomorrow!
Lert's Lessons in Grace 