Moving Day

After getting the boys to school, I made my way to Langley choosing to avoid the freeway. The backyards were clear of traffic, so I was making good time, until I turned the corner and got to the top of the hill.

There was snow. And it was falling. Heavily.

Not only that... it was sticking. To the ice-covered roads. By the time I got to the farm, I was in a blizzard.
Perfect moving weather...


... If you're an eskimo.
View out the front door, looking down the driveway:

View out the kitchen window:

Mom said, "How nice. God is giving this to us as a gift. He's covering up all the garbage out there with snow, so our last view of the farm is beautiful."

View from my bedroom window.

The house is going to be restored and rented out. Feels weird knowing that there could be another teenaged girl living in that room by the Spring. Pretty sure she won't be dancing to K-Tel records on her $80 stereo system. Or have a butterscotch scented Hollie Hobbie candle on her night table. But she'll probably fill up a couple diaries with dreams like I did. And I hope she warms her feet in the morning by standing on the heat register while looking at the fields through the window.

Loading up two of the three moving vans.

The ramp got dangerously slipperly. And the floors got muddy. And the guys got wet. And the house got filthy.



The two top dogs:

We had one snow casualty - the last worker to show up (2 hours late because he got effin lost) stepped out onto the back patio to grab the yard furniture and slipped on the effin snow and fell on his effin ass and broke his effin leg. His lawyers would call me, he warned, while he sat in the garage and whined about effin everything in his life. Oy. What a kitty.


The leader of the pack. Needed a smoke break every 45 minutes. Totally bald. Large tatoo on the back of his neck and scalp. Five kids. New girlfriend. Tough guy. With a lisp.

The second in command.

"He's cool," declared Clint, who, along with Max and Zac, helped with the unloading at the new place. "He made this whole move fun."

Fidel enjoyed working with the boys so much he offered them summer jobs.


The convoy. Forty eight years of marriage are contained in those three vans.

Thankfully the snow stopped falling by the time we were ready to unload. And while their new house is not situated on 25 acres of rolling land, they do have a lovely view:

"How nice," I thought. "God is welcoming them to this new house with a glorious sunset. He sure must love my dad and mom."