07.13.26 It's moving day....(vomit)....

     It's 0108 AM and I'm about to start the process of one final sweep throughout the house to make sure what the movers are taking is ready to go. Yesterday we loaded up the Suburban with the fragile items and things that are too small for the movers to handle. This isn't a move across town were you can make several trips, nor local where we could load up a storage unit. 

     I started the day loading up the boat which will serve as another moving vehicle. Luckily the boats stripped down and the compartments empty which are filled to the brim with things that need to make the trip. 

     By days end she was loaded and strapped down and is ready to be hooked up and towed. When we first started packing the bins and boxes were well thought out and organized, but as we're hours away it's become, "Just throw it in a box", which, in the end just makes more work later, but there's no time for any more editing and getting rid of stuff. 

     During a box and tape run over to U-Haul we stopped by our storage unit to check and make sure things are organized and ready for one of the movers stops today. One will be the house, the other the storage unit. 

     One of the last things to do was take down the 1214 Archer sign. I made it years ago with letters and numbers I bought from Hobby Lobby. It served us, and our visitors, delivery drivers, yard salers, and potential home buyers well. No it's time to remove our name and let it serve the new owners. 

     The letters and numbers aren't even made of wood but of a compressed cardboard. They come off easy enough but to replace our name with theirs is impossible because they both carry their own last names and there's just not enough space. 

     I had to chuckle when I looked into the Suburban and Mr. and Mrs. Claus were staring at me. These were planted on the foot of the Christmas tree at my parents house for decades, and now they're heading south. Several people, who tore down the masking tape blocking the attic during our estate sales, inquired about them, and it's just an item I couldn't let go. 

     And speaking of letting go, after having it stored in a box since she wore it in 1992, was Theresa's wedding gown. While many people have them repurposed as Christening gowns she felt it was finally time to let it go, so off ton the local church's thrift store it goes. I joked with Theresa that the only person who would want it is someone a costume for Halloween. 

I can't tell you how many things, like hundreds if not thousands, we've have sold, donated, and dumsptered since we began this process in January. It's all over now and there maybe one more Goodwill run or dumpster toss left in us, but today the rest of it all will be in hands of the movers.