Monday and Tuesday resembled drinking water from a fire hose. I've never done that, but I've heard the expression for years. Even if it is not your first rodeo, there is no way to be fully prepared for everything involved in moving. Our household possessions had all been in storage for over twenty months.
My hat is off to Stagecoach Moving Company in Dripping Springs. The crew of three was amazingly polite, professional, and long-suffering.
It wasn't that we were totally unprepared for the move. Trust me, the General had drafted and re-drafted a diagram for where furniture was to be placed. Could it be that most of everything we own falls into the category of odds and ends? Most of our things didn't appear on the furniture placement diagrams.
As the movers came through the door they initially had smaller pieces of furniture and boxes stacked on dollies. They wanted an answer to the question: "Where does this go?"
I suspect that the movers would substantiate that I am dumber than dirt. My standard reply was: 'I don't know. Let's put it in the garage for now."
It probably was unreasonable for me to think they would move in the big pieces of furniture first. I could have answered those questions easily. Isn't it true, sometimes the little things can be overwhelming?
Of course, in the back of my mind was the question: "Is it going to fit the way it is supposed to fit?" Would the buffet be spaced far enough from the dining table that you could easily move chairs in and out with ease?
Would the open dining area be far enough away from the open living area that you could transition from one setting to the other without feeling cramped?
The furniture is now all inside the house. The stacks of boxes in the garage make it appear that we are operating a warehouse. The process of emptying the boxes and putting everything away is going to take some time.
Visually seeing things that have been out of sight for over 20 months triggered memories. The outline of a metal-shaped heart that hung from the pergola on the patio of our last home brought tears to my eyes. It was a gift from a dear friend that went to be with the Lord over a year ago.
The thought of our friend triggered memories of the many ways she enriched our lives. She was one of the most upbeat people I've ever known. Her trust was in God and nothing that came her way during the months of her illness took from her the joy that defined her life.
That heart will hang on our front porch or back porch of our home and be a forever reminder of our friend who glorified God in her daily walk.
All My Best!
Don
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