Goodbye Potatoes! What was he thinking? He had better get to Texas while the gettin’s good! 🙂
The only thing I planted out back was potatoes in the wooden boxes. I figured there was a good chance I’d be here long enough to harvest potatoes. I went outside and saw this:
I said “Vince! They’re taking my potatoes!” He didn’t know I cared and didn’t realize the potatoes would be ready while I’m still here. It’s ok . . as cold as it’s been, they may not be ready before I leave.
All the wooden boxes are gone. This move seems like sticking needles under my fingernails. It’s been a long, drawn out process. It’s bad enough to find out you’re moving, pack up and go but dragging it out forever makes it all worse. I’m so ready for this to be done!
For those asking about the house hunt . . I’ve given up! We put an ad in the paper there and on Craig’s List looking for a house and got zero responses. Vince rented a 400 square feet “bungalow”. I’m not real sure what we’re going to do but we’ll figure out something.