Big Day

Meg and I got up this morning and trekked to Mooresville for our Weight Watchers weigh-in.  (Skipped the meeting.)  We both lost over 3 pounds.  Yay!

When we got home KC9HNS was waiting for us to start the moving process.  The other dude didn't show, nor did he call to say he wouldn't be here.  Not nice!  That meant, basically, that Megan and Travis did the rental truck pickup and delivery, plus furniture moving, by themselves while I stood in what shade I could find and perspired. It was hot!  Oh...I did wipe things off as they came out of the storage unit.  Lots and lots of dust and spider webs! 

At storage, I became aware of the constant meowing of a distressed cat.  I was just sure it was locked in one of the storage units but some investigation determined that he was outside, in the heavy weeds behind the units.  He was a cute little black kitten--seeming really to want us, but also afraid.  Meg tried to give him water, but he ran off...only to come back and meow some more.  He was obviously lost from his circle of friends and family.  There was a time when I would have taken him home.  Now, I am just a hard-boiled old lady, I guess.  I hope he found what he was looking for...

When we got the truck back to the house with all of its priceless treasures, there was the unloading deal and cleaning the furniture before it came into the house.  (Didn't get all of that done.  Tomorrow's to-do list.)  Meg and the children now have their dressers, etc...and everyone has a bedroom.  Very little is left in the storage unit, but we aren't ready to incorporate those items in the house, yet.  Before returning the truck to the rental place, we used it to deliver my grandmother's old kitchen table (complete with five leaves) and chairs to Goodwill.  It was in pretty sad shape but such a versatile piece of furniture that I hung onto it long after the chairs began to creek and the varnish began to chip off the surface.  Today, I said good-bye to it in favor of Megan's grandmother's table and chairs...also versatile.  Perhaps a flood or tornado victim will see it there and put it to good use.  I hope they love it as I have.

Meg and I made a trip to Wal-Mart after 9:00 tonight.  We were already pooped, but there were things that we needed.  $120 worth...and we didn't even find everything! 

At one point tonight, Meg said something like, "It's nice to have my things again.   Thank you for welcoming us here."  Before we decided to remodel the house to make bedrooms for everyone, I think she felt displaced.  She made a comment that made it sound like she felt they were in MY house, disrupting MY system.  I sure hoped I hadn't said or done anything to make her feel that way!  I bought this little bungalow for us in 1992, when Meg was 12.  It isn't the Ritz, but I have worked hard to keep it through tough times and make it homey.  I have never considered it "my" house.  It has always been "our" house.  When she got married and left to set up housekeeping, I welcomed that for her. Every woman deserves to have a place of her own.  That, unfortunately, didn't work out.  We have suffered through over a year of cramped quarters and clutter.  There is still a lot to do, but it seems that we have finally, finally made some progress.  Someday, this house will be yours, Meg (whether you want it or not)!  Welcome home!

Many thanks to Travis for his help today.  Hope he enjoys the Brickyard 400 tomorrow.  The tix were his pay for all he did.  Too bad the other dude lost out!