"Three moves are as bad as a burn-out!" I remember Mama saying when I was a child. I've learned there is a lot of truth in that! We have moved several times in our 60-plus years of marriage. I have always had to pare down, give away or donate some of the goods and/or furnishings we had accumulated.
Not only that, some things would be damaged in transit or ruined from being stored. Sometimes I look at old pictures and see something familiar we left behind. "Oh, I remember that!" I think with a wistful twinge. Actually, I had forgotten about it, but the photo brought back memories.
I used to have a screened front porch with wicker furniture I had collected. We often ate breakfast or lunch there while the cool breeze fluttered the checked table cloth. I miss it.
The hurdle of moving to Tennessee late this summer was eased with the generous help of family members who pitched in, loading the big van, doing the driving and getting us settled.
Our grands are grand about showing us around! Last week we discovered great outlet stores, a guitar center (for my spouse), a Tuesday Morning, then off the beaten path where there is a country dairy which provides milk for several local supermarkets.
I'm not so nervous these days when Howard navigates the serpentine curves around the scenic countryside. The views are always enchanting (to a flat-lander), especially when I see a perfectly round mountain covered with green grass and cows dotting the hillside grazing contentedly along its heights.
Moves are trying, but I guess I'm not burnt out yet!
No comments:
Post a Comment