Moving

We are running short of time to move and there is so much stuff...I long for the days of a covered wagon and a frying pan, boom. You're moved.

M has been busy with hockey. H has continued her lessons. Both keep bugging me to take them to the pool...I keep looking at how much more needs to be purged and packed. I keep looking at my pretty view of the pond and ponder "What have we done." The irony is the apartment we have while building has steeper steps than our house. Please pray I don't take a tumble while vacuuming...I guess I better close...I'm still trying to figure out where to put the towels with no linen closet and a cat box with no floor space.