Packing Day

I think it is the quietest it has ever been here at 8:30pm - all the televisions are gone except the one in the master bedroom.  The lights are packed.  I am typing this by the light of the computer screen and the light in the laundry room.  I think I miss the lights that used to be in the center of every ceiling.

It is currently 27 degrees and according to Jim, it is 9 degrees in Durham, NC.  That seems so wrong.  Evidently, the polar vortex clipper whatever hasn't hit here yet. 

The packers were here today.  6 guys and their leader, Armando.  Who Amy can't seem to remember his name.  They were terrific and Armando tried so hard to have them be specific about what they would and wouldn't pack.  They packed everything.  EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

Packing up the den.

Packing up the mirror.

Moving the mirror.

The moving van.

I had to go to the drug store and get mom a new toothbrush and I had to get some poison ivy crème, because, they packed everything. 

I think Amy is upstairs vacuuming.  I wonder what she is doing. 

So, tomorrow Amy sees an orthopedic surgeon.  He is the Olympic snowboarding surgeon.  How cool is that?  I will stay here and appear like I know what I am doing with the movers and the dogs and mom.  Then we spend the night at the Marriott Residence Inn (they have no idea what they are in for) and then, North Carolina bound. 

This might be a good time to go to bed early.  I might give it a try.

Yes, Amy the newly gimpy is running the vacuum cleaner.  I am going to go up and see what is going on.

Good Night from the Crazy House.

Love, Leslie