Probably with every move made by a sane human (not that anyone would consider either of us sane at this point), there comes a time when you say “I can’t do this any more!” We’re there!
Last night just as the football game on tv was finishing up, it started lightning . . way off in the distance. I’ve been so anxious to hear rain on the metal roof and I couldn’t wait for the rains to get here. It rained and thundered off and on all night. The weather doesn’t usually keep me awake but I kept listening to hear the rain on the roof. I guess we have enough insulation that we can hardly hear it . . and it poured. There were puddles and water standing everywhere this morning. It was so nice to get so much rain. About 5 a.m. I began wondering what we might have left on the floor at the rental because I figured there would be water in the basement. At 6, I got up and told Vince I was going over there. He said it didn’t matter a whole lot . . whatever was on the floor was already wet, so we had breakfast, got dressed, then went over there. As we headed out there, I could tell that area hadn’t gotten nearly as much rain as we did and there was no water in the house at all. Who’d ever think I’d be so excited to have no water in my house? 
We got another pickup load and another Honda CRV load. It’s surprising how much we can pack in those two vehicles. Today we brought over Vince’s craft table, the desktop computer and printer, the big TV, the computer chair, the sewing chair, a 301 and cabinet for it . . lots of stuff! All my kitchen bowls, bakeware . . pretty much everything except a few dishes, some food and a lot of wine has been moved and mostly put away here. We kept bringing stuff in and Vince looked at me and said “We’re not going to fit!” We still have so much stuff and so little room here but we are going to fit.
Here’s a funny story. I told Vince on the way back to the house I’d stop and fill the CRV up with gas and stop and get us some lunch. I went to a place that has a deli and sells fried foods.
Me: I’ll take 3 chicken strips and 3 pieces of fried catfish.
The Worker: It isn’t catfish.
Me: What is it?
The Worker: I don’t know. It comes to us in strips and we fry it.
Me: Does it taste like catfish?
The Worker: No . . it’s real tough!
Me: OK. I’ll take 3 chicken strips and half a pound of fried livers.
The Worker: The fried livers are nasty!
Me: Are they nasty because y’all don’t cook them good or do you just not like livers?
The Worker: I’ve never tasted liver and I probably never will.
Me: Would you mind selling me half a pound of it if you don’t have to taste it first?
It was actually quite good liver . . crispy and crunchy just like I like it but I thought I was going to have to tackle that worker to get any food for our lunch!
We’re in for the rest of the day. We’re possibly going to get snow and ice the next couple of days. I honestly wouldn’t mind sleeping straight through for about 24 hours but somehow . . I don’t think that’s going to happen. We’re tired and we’re ready to be settled . . I know it’s coming and we’ll be glad when it happens!
