Packing up and moving out.

The house looked good, empty and clean, nothing to distract from the view. With help from friends we moved all our furniture into the downstairs suite and everything we own into the basement cupboards and the cold room. Then it was clean the kitchen, clean the bathroom, and sweep out places that haven’t seen daylight for years. We slept downstairs and B & M moved their things into the upstairs. That was our last night in Creston. My car is sold, but Nelson still has to shuttle the truck the boat and the motor bikes to storage. It feels as if we’ve been going non-stop for the last week and it’s not over yet. I suppose it should not be surprising that it takes a long time to put our lives into storage.

What have we been doing? A partial list: Going out for morning coffee because I packed the coffee pot last week. Up and down the stairs - over 7 km on my pedometer by mid-afternoon. $30 for keys for the locks on the new doors that separate our space from the rental, the temperature at over 30 every day, hours with the insurance agent and the bank, boxes from the girl who lived in Spain for 8 years, more hours at the insurance office. Everyone asking what we’re doing & where we’re going. Three red suitcases and a backpack. Clothes and toys to Gleaners and garbage. Empty the fridge and the pantry. And that’s just my work. Nelson winterized the water system, wrote a users guide for the house and labeled everything he could think of, did the yard work and installed the new doors - all this while working overtime for the gas company.