My dad loaned us his pickup and cargo trailer so moving should go much faster now. The only thing we're missing is a garage in which to move all the workshop stuff and time. Sigh.
|And this is what we're left with now.|
|It's so empty! These pictures were taken many minutes apart...yet you'll notice that Taters is still in position.|
I am terrified that I'll have a stroke when I walk into the Coast House when we next visit. Dave is in charge of unloading the stuff he hauls up there...and that of course means he just sort of dumps it wherever. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! I can't stand that this Davis house is a nightmare of disorganization, but to think what the Coast House must look like right now seriously makes me go into a minor tachycardia rhythm.
AND Dave reports that he can hardly see the veggies we planted among the smothering weeds. Even without that damn dissertation, there's so, so much work to be done. Just thinking about all this makes me want to curl up and take a nap to escape reality...which is what I did on Sunday afternoon after taking Eddie on a walk in the 90F weather and realizing that I was way, way too exhausted to do any packing.
|Eddie and I were playing with his dollies and then I fell asleep. Taters' rump was an okay pillow but my jaw hurt when I woke up in a puddle of drool in his fur. Ew.|
|I repositioned myself to use the dollie as a pillow, which was much more comfortable. THIS is why I have a dog--he's the best snuggler ever. He could stay snuggled up with me (or any person, really) for hours and hours.|