As of September 11, my husband Warren and I began moving into our Evansville home.
The house and yard are lovely! We have almost 2600 square of living space, plus an oversized two-car attached garage. I finally have a place large enough so that I can display all the beautiful antiques I inherited, as well as some treasures I bought over the past fifty years. Warren, too, has treasures to display.
We're having a major problem with the unpacking, however. I paid for "full pack," and the packers mislabeled so many boxes! For example, and only one example of many, a box labeled "Office" actually contains china from the piano room. Strange! The office was upstairs, and the piano room downstairs in my Virginia home. Ugh.
Unpacking is quite a nightmare! Especially for two people who have never before moved. Thank God that my Virginia cousins, who transported my kitties Amber and Minxy in a non-stop overland trip on September 17, came for a few days to help us. Nevertheless, finishing here is still a nightmarish work-in-progress. My dog Callie rode overland with Warren and me, in the U-Haul truck.
Speaking of "nightmare" and "nightmarish," here is an appropriate musical selection for this moving project (Edvard Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King):
PS; Many thanks to my good friend Silverfiddle, who kept this blog running so well in my absence.

























