We literally moved a house today. Dixie's dog house is in the moving truck, waiting for it's ride out west. It took three people, but it's in. I'm covered in gasoline from emptying the generator's tank and pretty much every muscle is sore. The brain checked out several hours ago while trying to carry on a conversation with my mom, who was out helping load.
Mom let me catch an extra hour of sleep this morning (I took the couch so she could have the air mattress. Luxury accommodations we have around here.) Coming downstairs to a drastically smaller pile of boxes was pretty much magical. I planned on being on the road mid-day at the latest but between screwing up the truck rental, taking FOREVER to load, and losing a cat to the great outdoors... well, this trip's departure is getting delayed until the morning. There are a few odds and ends left around the main living quarters. The big things left to pack/load are the tools/basement and cat supplies. Whether I've got one cat or two will modify some of the plans. There is a Havahart currently baited on the porch with cat food but I'm not counting on that working. Oh! The couch and armchair finally got sold and the buyers picked them up this morning. Getting them out the door was major. Now the only furniture left in the house is a folding table, two bedside tables, two folding chairs and a dresser from my parents.
There are some power tools waiting to be loaded and a wall full of hand tools to pack/load, along with gardening supplies. After they're in then it's time to get the cats and their things and hit the road!
Can. Not. Wait.
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