As much as I was prepared to embrace (and Hubby agreed in advance to accept) contentment among the boxes, Hubby just cannot handle it. I look around and feel amazed at how much we've gotten done in less than a week. He looks around and is appalled that we have so much left to do after three months of moving already. We're both "right", but my view yields contentment and moderate satisfaction, whereas his yields frustration and manic unpacking while bemoaning how much stuff we have (for the 10 billionth time). We agreed this would be a downsizing move and we would do it gradually (I've sorted each box as I've unpacked it) so we would do it right the first time, but that is not to be. Oh well. At least the boxes are empty. Their contents are all over everywhere, but the boxes are empty and will soon disappear from the garage. That is no small thing. Meanwhile, I continue to run errands to pick up many of the items we had to leave behind in Oz. One simple thing was a new doormat. So help me, I couldn't resist this one:
What is making you smile this week?
this is SO you! x
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