|When we weren't signing papers, we made also some|
tomato sauce last week
We've had a septic inspection and a termite inspection and the house passed both with flying colors. The appraiser has come and gone with good news, and we've gotten a new home owners insurance policy. We've been drawing floor plans and contacted our contractor about doing some work. In the middle of all of these, we have signed dozens more papers from the bank. I think it must be someone's job there to figure out how to put the same thing on paper after paper in slightly different ways.
Back here we have been getting rid of stuff in anticipation of moving. There's nothing like the thought of moving something or paying someone to move something to motivate you to purge things. And we've been experiencing a whole set of emotions that go with this process. There's the good feeling of cleaning up and getting rid of things. There's the angst of wondering if maybe we should have kept something for future use. And there's the sadness and nostalgia of letting a part of the past go. And nothing typifies this more than my father's boat.
Unfortunately, I've run out of time. I've gotta go to work, so I'll tell you about Daddy's boat next time.