How did this happen? Steve's spring break is over and we never got to sleep in! All week it felt exactly like my head was exploding. (FYI: that's an older photo of me and Linda but it captures my mood perfectly.)
To be honest, I know where spring break went – it went into moving Mom and Christy to Sherman. And, oh happy day, it's done. There are a variety of things that we either forgot to move or chose not to move that, as it turns out, they really wanted us to move.
Martha Gragg is handling the estate sale for us and there are a few things that she is able to send from OKC to Sherman like Mom's pens (who knew the jar of pens was meaningful?), and the TV remote (boy I hope it's the right one). Other things, too big or numerous to send, are just going to be in the estate sale.
I admit to waking up in the night with visions of the mess we left behind. Martha was clear, throw nothing away! In fact she went through the trash (stuff we pitched before she got there) and she said she found a lot of 25 cent items. But I feel a bit sad about the house my mom and dad moved into 27 years ago being left so unceremoniously. And then I think of all the folks, all over the world, who have lost everything and I have to just get over myself and move on. At least they have what they have.
And my goodness, they have a lot. I am amazed at what they have managed to squeeze into 1000 square feet. The little bit that is staying at our house is all put away and Steve can once again park in the garage. My house is clean! Oh happy day again!
On a slightly scary note, my mother is driving again. She has a valid license and her doctor said there isn't a good reason to take her license away. The car has been checked out and is good to go. My sister isn't drivng for a while, but she can ride shotgun and help with directions. I was seriously out-voted.
Steve rode with them to Walmart yesterday and assured me that Mom is OK to drive. She can get her smaller walked into and out of the car by herself. And, truthfully, Mom and Christy have way more places to go than I can take them to. They want to drive around town and see what's here at a leisurely pace. I don't have a leisurely pace in me right now (see photo at top of post). I am going with her to the doctor today. I do hope I can do it without clutching the dash.
Last but not least, click here to read Christopher's post on moving day. It made me re-think that day from his perspective. It's easy to forget that events like this effect different people in very different ways.
Oh, one more thing. We are having a sale on felt stuff and earrings! If you don't get our eNewsletter, check out our site. Links to the new stuff are on the home page.


I read your blog all the time, sorry I don’t post too much, it is rude to read and not comment.Glad to hear things are finally where you are now. It’s a tough thing that most people go through. Hope you get to get ‘back to normal’ soon…. and look forward to the quilts/craft ideas as always!Wendy
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Hi Wendy,
I dont think its rude to read and not comment so dont feel bad. It is, however, nice to hear from you!
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Becky, I know all too well the mixed feelings of leaving a house feeling that it deserves better. I read Christopher’s blog and know my kids have experienced much the same feelings. The good thing is we always have the memories, both good and bad and that is what counts. Hugs for the hearts of everyone making this big adjustment as life changes and moves on.
P.S. I hope the driving goes well. I have a loved one in Sherman!
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Thanks, Gwen. FYI – Mom is driving a silver Mustang and shes pretty slow. I had to tell her today that she was driving like my grandfather used to and that was not good news for anyone. It is my hope she drives at times when traffic is light. Of course I also hope that its hard for her to renew her license in Texas but Ill bet they just give her one. Oh my.
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What they are insistent on bringing with them is rather curious. When we sold my mother-in-law’s home, she was in a wheelchair in an assisted living center with a one-burner stove and no oven, never to live again in a home. As we were emptying the old kitchen, we found FOUR — count-em, FOUR! — funnels. (Mind you, this is a lady who never canned anything in her life.) When we told her about that curious find, she insisted we bring them there and not just thrown them out or give them away. Go figure. Good luck. This is a tough transition for all of you — you no less than them.
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I just love that photo of you, it does portray the mood well !
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