We’re outta there! It’s all over here now, stacked up like the New York skyline around our living room. There was one comedy of errors when LittleBit needed to go for her senior choir photo after work, and I couldn’t find my keys to let her into the car so she could get the outfit she’d tossed in there before church this morning.
My friend MA was over here, helping us pack the last bits in the kitchen and linen closet. I told LittleBit where I thought I’d put the spare car key for safekeeping. MA ran her around the corner to the new place. I walked into my old bathroom and saw my keys on the counter. Called LittleBit. She tore back to the old place, got dressed in the living room, and ran back out the door. MA also picked her up when the photo shoot was over and fixed us sandwiches and chips and carrot sticks and sliced apples. Manna and quail couldn’t have tasted better.
Second comedy of errors occurred when we had the place all packed up, and LittleBit couldn’t find her purse. Turns out that she’d left it at MA’s house after the photo shoot. So we called Firstborn to see if we could do some emergency laundry, and then we ran by MA’s and got the purse.
And now we have one load washed and dried, one blouse hung to dry, one bra ditto, a second load in the dryer, and a third load in the washer. The kids [Firstborn and 1BDH and Lark] were getting ready for bed, but since I have a key, I’ll dash over after dropping LittleBit at seminary in the morning and pick up the dry stuff and put the third load into the dryer.
Oh, and I’ll have to take Firstborn her cell phone. It looks just like ours, and I’m not sure which of us pocketed it on our way out tonight.
We still have to drop the keys off before seminary, but as lackadaisical as these folks have been about building maintenance, I suspect they are not sitting by the night drop to see if the keys are back by 11:59 tonight. Dark-thirty tomorrow morning is plenty good enough for them.
Nice progress on the Sabbath Scarf at church today, and I cannot wait to rendezvous with MS3 when I get to work tomorrow.
Thank you all for the happy thoughts and the hang-in-theres. We did it!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!