Thursday

I remember now why I don't like moving. I love the working with workmen fixing up the new place. It's all done. Now, Monday, the movers come. I used 5 boxes just unloading the china cabinet so Ralph can take it on Saturday - and that was only the top half. Then I look around and think "what was I thinking about". Where is it all going to fit?
The walls are lovely and clean, the ceiling is beautiful, the carpet fresh, the sewing room all put together (but not all the stuff has been put in place). Where is that magic fairy that will do all the work while I sleep?