I'm a Cheesehead now

Well, we're here, moved across the border. The move was horrendous. Never again do I want to do that (mostly) alone. My son worked (at his job, not moving) every day except Tuesday, when we had the U-Haul and moved the heavy stuff Other than that, I would start early, at 6:00 a.m. or 7:00 and work until 2:00 a.m. at filling and carrying boxes. By Wednesday I was sore from head to toe, but just had to keep going, to get it done.

As it was, I did have cleaning help at the end so we worked until "only" midnight on the last day, Thursday night. Geez, it was brutal. My hands are cut up and the palms are bright red and sore, like they've been burnt. The phone installation was messed up, so while we had hoped to at least get a land line by Thursday, we don't have a phone or internet yet. There's a story behind all of tha. I'm at a cafe writing this while waiting for the Scone Club meeting. I have a goose egg on my head from being clobbered with the push lawnmower wicked wooden handle. Ouch, it dropped me to my knees amd that's the only time I lost it and started bawling.

We have a secret room in the new apartment, another story, if I can bear to relive the move someday when we get internet service at home. Despite my complaining about the awful awful move--I love our new apartment!

Hope all goes well with you all, I've missed you. Happy Weekend!