I could sum up this weekend with “my lamb, do we have a lot of stuff”, but that’s no fun, is it? Why say something in one sentence if you can say it in 105. Thursday Morning: The movers are to arrive between 8 and 8:30, so Randy and I set the alarm for 6:30. […]
Tag: moving
Last Night In 94th Street
It is the last day in my house. Not the house I grew up in. Not a house my parents retired in. My house. The house I bought using every questionable mortgage practice available in 2005. The house that only has my name on the deed and loan. My house. Even I am getting a […]